His portrait hung upon the wall
As it had for so many years
The estate now waiting for auctioneer's call
As his widow wiped away her tears . . . .
Excuse me can you tell me
Where I might find this man
He stood pointing to the portrait
She now held lovingly in her hands
I was just talking with him
But I blinked and now he's gone
I wanted to hear more of his story
Of how this ole guitar
Had come to him to belong
Gosh she sure is a beauty
I'm just learning now to play
But I don't have my own guitar
I sure hope I will one day
I thought that maybe we could strike a deal
Throwing papers doesn't draw too much pay
He told me when he bought her she was a steal
I could sure use a steal today
You can't really know just how much
I want to learn to play
I only have ten dollars
Do you suppose he might sell her
To me for only what I have today
The old woman looked into the young man's face
No longer being able to hold back her brimming tears
He could have been their grandson
Had they not remained childless throughout their many years
It was just like her Henry
When a melody of love stood shining near
That he would speak through this youthful face
To let her know that he was forever near
Oh never mind I see him
He is sitting just over there
Can't you see him Ma'am he's smiling
He's sitting in that chair
But . . . Where is he now
He's gone
Ma'am what is going on
I can hear this guitar playing
Yet its playing its own song
No hands are now upon it
But I hear a whisper that to me
This guitar now belongs
Ma'am?
And yes the face was smiling
She knew just what its voice would say
And as if Henry was the one that was speaking
She made a dream come true that day
Would you learn to play a love song
If this guitar went home with you today
Would you reach to find another's heart
In each song that you would play
Would you sing of Rocky Mountains high
Of eagles that soar in clear blue skies
Could you reach to find a melody
As would a poet's pen of all it sees
Henry smiled at his lovely widow
As the guitar passed from her to he
Years passed and he kept his promise . . .
The young man learned to play sweet love songs
He sang of the Rocky Mountains high
And Henry and his widow
Smiles now upon him as angels side by side
