MY BROTHERS OLD GUITAR

MY BROTHERS OLD GUITAR


How well I remember
When we bought our guitars
They were both made by hand
By someone from afar;
We were very happy
Like wishing on a star
And today I opened up
My brothers old guitar.

I stared at it all winter
Sitting in its black case
I could hear its rythem
I could see his face;
I just couldn't open it
The pain too much to bear
And then today I did it
It was majic to my ears.


The tune was right on pitch
Tho the strings need replacing
And it still smelled like him
Down inside the casing;
When his grandsons play it
He will be so very proud
Why, I can see him smiling
From way up in the clouds.



I left it out awhile
The sun shone on its case
And somehow I just knew
That it was Rodney's face....
Grinning and a humming
From a distant shining star
How sweet the haunting sound
Of my brothers old guitar.