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