Art For The Ears
Verse 1
Smell of timbers fills the air
Entering his old shed
History overcomes me
Times past fills my head
Verse 2
Tools of his trade
Meticulously placed
Each cluttered shelf
A calendar from the ages
Chorus
Hands gnarled with age
Sculptured by the years
Eyes still bright
Creating art for the ears
Verse 3
Time had not changed his craft
Fiddlers had come and gone
Technology may grow and grow
His legacy lives on
Verse 4
Each fiddle beautifully crafted
No two ever the same
His passion and love
Poured into every grain
Chorus
Hands gnarled with age
Sculptured by the years
Eyes still bright
Creating art for the ears
Verse 5
We sit and talk about life
The afternoon drifts away
His eyes shine and sparkle
Recounting older days
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Verse 6
For his is a craft
Not better over time
It’s the old ways of his
That patience defines
Chorus
Hands gnarled with age
Sculptured by the years
Eyes still bright
Creating art for the ears
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