The Harmonica Man

An old man stood and stared
Into the music store window
And he saw a sorta harmonica
Lyin' there in the sun
He thought of the music the
Harp could be playing
He closed his old eyes and he started to hum
He hummed an old song
Bout an unfaithful lover
He hummed the sweet tune
About children at play
He hummed the bright song
About beer drinking buddies
One about Jesus and uncloudy day
Well, he bought the harmonica and
He took it on home with his youth all behind
Him and livin' alone
He soon learned to play it
As pure and as cool
As any great master musician could do
He played an old song
'bout an unfaithful lover
He played the sweet tune
About children at play
He played the bright song
About beer drinking buddies
And one about Jesus and uncloudy day
Well, they found him one morning
Lying there on the sofa
Ah but they didn't find his harmonica there
They lowered him down and they put the dirt
On him ashes to ashes to Jesus a prayer
Well, the old man's gone and of
Course his music went with him
And there's a sadness about him you
Know it seems strange to say
For all of his music and as
Much as he loved it
Nobody else even knew he could play