Lee Hazlewood
The Old Man And His Guitar
See the candle light burningIn a cabin not so farFrom a river wild, that's friendly as a childTo an old man and his guitarSpends each lonely night just wishingOn some long forgotten starDreaming dreams until only dreams seem realTo an old man and his guitarRemembering loves, remembering springsSo many loves, so many springsBut there was one he loved the bestShe made him soon forget the restHis hands that once played only magicNow where the sting of times crewel scarsBut all his songs aren't sung the best is yet to comeFor an old man and his guitar
From Letras Mania