Look at the wood
Look at the wood and they he carves it
Must have taken him years
I asked him the price and he said it was free
And I couldn't believe my ears
Tell me old man how long have you lived
To have such amazing talent
I'm twenty years short of a century
And the best years are in the balance
As a baby his mother had fed him frogs
And a wide assortment of lizards
It made him tough and wise and strange
And gave him the mind of a wizard
He had a new woman every five years
Faithful to each in her turn
They gave him children and time to smile
And he showed them all the love they could learn
The man had love to burn
Now he's lived his life and he'll live it again
Thru one more gentle soul
You'll know him by his smile and his fork held high
He'll be dining on toads and moles
Look at the wood and the way he carves it
Look at the sun, the golden harvest
Must have taken his years
Observa la madera
Observa la madera y cómo la talla
Debe haberle tomado años
Le pregunté el precio y dijo que era gratis
Y no podía creer lo que oía
Dime anciano, ¿cuánto has vivido?
Para tener un talento tan increíble
Estoy a veinte años de un siglo
Y los mejores años están en juego
De bebé, su madre le alimentaba con ranas
Y una amplia variedad de lagartijas
Lo hizo fuerte, sabio y extraño
Y le dio la mente de un mago
Tenía una nueva mujer cada cinco años
Fiel a cada una a su turno
Le dieron hijos y tiempo para sonreír
Y les mostró todo el amor que pudieron aprender
El hombre tenía amor para dar
Ahora ha vivido su vida y la vivirá de nuevo
A través de una alma más gentil
Lo reconocerás por su sonrisa y su tenedor en alto
Estará cenando ranas y topos
Observa la madera y cómo la talla
Mira el sol, la cosecha dorada
Debe haberle tomado años
Escrita por: Grace Slick / Paul Kantner