Old Man And His Guitar

See the candle lights burn 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
Dreaming dreams until only dreams seem real to an old man and his guitar

Remembering loves remembring 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 were the steam of time's cruel scars
But all his songs aren't sung the best is yet to come for an old man and his guitar