Bill Staines Along The Road
Beneath some lucky star, I picked up an old guitar
And it seemed to know the music of my soul
And day by day on end, that guitar became a friend
And I took it with me everywhere I'd go
Now from that distant dawn, we were carried by a song
And lifted up when things went wrong along the way
And in the lateness of the night as the music lofted lightly
All the darkness of the hours turned into day
And I remember the blossoming of spring
When we came together, and everyone would sing
And the melodies were fine, they hung sweet upon the vine
And the time was young and kind along the road
And I remember the whisky and the wine
In the green of summer, when love was, oh, so kind
And the world turned 'round, you know
But that turning was much slower then
And there was time ahead along the road
And I remember the whisky and the wine
In soft September when it all was just a rhyme
Now there's season in the song, that old river rolls along
And I ask where time has gone along the road
Now winter's on it's way, I can feel it every day
Still there's so much left to say that's worth the while
That guitar has seen the wear, still it plays without a care
And with all we've had to share, I have to smile
And I'll remember the whisky and the wine
From deep December, when the snow is in the pines
Some have come and some have gone
Still we keep on keeping on
Always thankful for the time along the road
