the guitarman...

And with his guitar he sweetly sang,
melodies of long ago,
lined with words of hope and sorrow,
of yesterday and perhaps tomorrow.

The gentle touch of rhythm and blues,
Telling stories with nothing to lose,
He played his songs straight from the heart,
Coz' he's seen it all
And survived them standing tall.

The guitarman has a smile on his face,
As he sings and strums the night away,
There's a sadness in his melody
There's hope in his memories.

And with his guitar he sweetly sang,
Holding back tears from his melancholic eyes,
Wondering about all the pain and lies,
That coloured his life and hid the answers to his whys.