DAD'S GUITAR
Dad's guitar doesn't play for anyone but him.
It just sits there in its case with a brand new set of strings.
Ever since he passed away, it's lost the will to sing.
Dad's guitar doesn't play for anyone but him.
It wasn't new when he bought it from the music store on sale,
and the gentleman who sold it had better on display,
but my Dad he ignored them all, his mind already made,
and the guitar he had chosen was the one that now won't play.
Dad's guitar doesn't play for anyone but him.
It just sits there in its case with a brand new set of strings.
Ever since he passed away, it's lost the will to sing.
Dad's guitar doesn't play for anyone but him.
No, Dad's guitar doesn't play, tho' surely I have tried.
Every string has been replaced, and the grain of wood revived.
But all my efforts were in vain, and now I realise,
this guitar passed away on the day my father died.
So Dad's guitar will never play for anyone but him.
It'll sit there in its case with a brand new set of strings,
'cos ever since he passed away, it's lost the will to sing,
So Dad's guitar will never play for anyone but him,
No, Dad's guitar will never play 'til it's back with him again.
words & music by Haelwen-Sian
*no reproduction/recording/adaptation with prior permission*
