Ballad Of Ye Olde Piano

Ballade Of Ye Olde Piano

Years ago I bought an old piano
sadly in need of repair
Now people say that one man's junk
may be anothers' treasure

So I paid the man what he thought was fair...

I really didn't know what I would do
with this old relic
its hot pink case and battered keys
a terrible disgrace...

I took it home through streets of town
on the bed of my old pickup
called "Dan The Piano Man" to come
and take a look....

He ran his fingers o're the keys
and pressed down on a chord
then smiled at me and said;
"Your piano has a heart"

All it needs is loving care and
someone just like you
to make its strings come alive
and its spirit too...

He cracked the tuning fork across his knee
began to tighten on the strings
tho the masters' hand was gentle
she groaned beneath the strain

Then in sweet surrender her music
filled my room
t'was like a band of angels
singing all in tune

As I watched and listened,
tears welled up in my eyes
for precious gifts,
sometimes come disguised

And I'll be forever grateful
to the man who gave her life...
you see...Dan 'The Piano Man' was blind.

Now the sunlight danced across his face
the magic of that moment, can never be erased
and this Olde Piano will never be the same...


Dedicated to my friend; Dan The Piano Man