See the candle light burning   In a cabin not so far   From a river wild, that's friendly as a child   To an old man and his guitar      Spends each lonely night just wishing   On some long forgotten star   Dreaming dreams until only dreams seem real   To an old man and his guitar      Remembering loves, remembering springs   So many loves, so many springs   But there was one he loved the best   She made him soon forget the rest      His hands that once played only magic   Now where the sting of times crewel scars   But all his songs aren't sung the best is yet to come   For an old man and his guitar