Half a mile from the county fair
The rain came pouring down
Me and Billy standing there
With a silver half a crown

So we put our fishing rods
And the tackle on our backs
We just stood there getting wet
With our backs against the fence

Oh, the water oh, the water
Oh, the water i hope it don't rain all day
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like jelly roll
And it stoned me and it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like going home
And it stoned me

The rain let up, and the sun came out
And we were gettin' dry
Almost glad a pickup truck
Nearly passed us by

So we jumped on in, gave the driver a grin
And he dropped us up the road
And we looked at the swim
And we jumped back in
Not to mention fishing poles

Oh, the water oh, the water
Oh, the water let it run all over me

And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like jelly roll
And it stoned me and it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like going home
And it stoned me

We sang a song as we walked along
We were getting dry
We saw the man from across the road
With the sunshine in his eye

And he lived all alone in his own little home
With a great big gallon jar
There was bottles two, one for me and you
And he said, "Hey, there you are"

Oh, the water oh, the water
Oh, the water
Get it myself from the mountain stream

And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like jelly roll
And it stoned me and it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like going home
And it stoned me

And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like jelly roll
And it stoned me and it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like going home
And it stoned me

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Writer(s): VAN MORRISON