The Instrument
There once was a time
So long ago
When from this Guitar
Sweet music would flow
A beautiful Instrument
So slick in my hand
It held dreams of wonder
For me and the band
Fingers would drift
across golden string
The music it made
would make the heart sing
It carried me far
across many lands
Making sweet Music,
just me and the band
Time goes so fast
As does come age
All memories now
The turn of the page
Fingers now stiff
They won't pay a bar
But they still feel the beauty
Of this old Guitar
The memories it conjurers
They carry me far
To a time when you loved me
and this old Guitar
But time carried you away
ripped from my hand
and with you the music
that flowed from my hand
Now there are just memories
Many stories at hand
We sit and we tell them
Me and the band
On the porch at sunset
A beer in our hand
We trade those old stories
Me and the band
The day will come soon
I will be back at your side
once more I will make music
For my beautiful Bride
