I’m just an old man, the son of my father
Named after a record my mother would spin
There in the front room of our modest dwelling
My mother would sing it as she passed the time
While cooking and cleaning, she’d serenade sweetly
The voice of an angel thru chorus and verse
My memories vivid, I reflect fondly
On days of a simpler time for this soul
I love how this melody is tied to a memory
How it conjures a smile each time that it’s heard
The most complex of issues, the most painful of feelings
Are mildly offset by the simplest of tunes
My name shared with the title of a song long forgotten
It is just fine with me for the tune serves me well
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