The Old Man Jay Moore
Am November 1979
An old man sat and talked with me © 2009
All dressed in shiny white
I sat and listened, I watched his eyes
Eyes so filled with light
Eyes so filled with light.
He spoke of struggles filled with pain
The pains of being alive
He spoke of Truth, he spoke of Love
He showed me where I’ll arrive (X 2)
He told me of his dream so real
Coming in the silence of sleep
A dream of dying, a dream of change
A dying much deeper than deep (X 2)
My body chilled, o’ertaken with fear
I saw the place where he would lie
And as I mourned, he said to me
“I’m no longer afraid to die” (X 2)
I yearned for eyes that could not see
But I had already seen.
I cleared my eyes and then I saw
That this old man was really me (X 2)
DRONE (X 2):
Pluck A string only
I must be what I will be
E string only A string
For he will be what he has been.
Repeat first verse. Repeat drone twice.