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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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