LEADER OF THE BAND
An only child alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work
and his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay
A quiet man of music, denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier, but his music wouldn't wait
He learned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand.
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band.
I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And Papa I don't think I said I love you near enough.
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