I shall play a song for you,
To raise your kneeling soul;
Tie you in my melody,
And sing to keep you whole.
Crumble not, I beg of you;
Let my music mend.
The notes that spring from this guitar
Are all your oldest friends.
They shall dance upon your ear
And serenade your brain;
Listen to my voice, I plead,
My song will heal your pain.
Give your shaking hand to me,
Let all else fade away;
Dry your tears upon my sleeve
And hear me as I play.
