Blue Guitar

Blue guitar, fortune of my ways

Making of my days

New chord, counting up the ways

Happiness is lazy

If you don't know the song

If you can't put the words to the tune

Tell the rhyme from the reason

What should it matter, to the fool or the dreamer

New hope, travelers in a storm

Finding love is warm

New day, the world has just begun

Our eyes have seen the sun

If you don't know the way

If you can't see the wood for the trees

Taste the wine from the water

Well, what should it matter, to the fool or the dreamer