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 Dreamin' dreams until only dreams seem real To an old man and his guitar. Rememberin' loves, rememberin' 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