The Old Man And His Guitar

See the candle light burning

in a cabin not so far

from a river wild, that's friendly as a child,

to an old man and his guitar.

Spends each lonely night just wishing

on some long forgotten star

dreamin' dreams until only dreams seem real

to an old man and his guitar.

Rememberin' loves, rememberin' springs

so many loves, so many springs

but there was one he loved the best

she made him soon forget the rest.

His hands that once played only magic

now where the sting of times crewel scars

but all his songs aren't sung the best is yet to come

for an old man and his guitar