banjo boy
from way down deep in the country
fingers flying over the strings
his tanned face stalwart in the arms of the music
his heart vibrating with all he knows
old running rivers
blanketed morning mountains
roosters calling in the lonesome
hard days hoeing
dirt his main friend
banjo boy
giving his everything
every day
every night
he will live for all times
in the greyness of his future beard
in the hand-me-down souls of those who listen
in the ancient and earth-loving winds of his home
StoryGirl 