He Played

I remember back in my younger years

When I was just a boy

The thing that I remember most

Wasn't fishing or playing with toys

It was every Sunday evening

The family sat around the fire

Daddy sat back in his big old chair

Picked up his guitar and he played

Well we never made any noise

As we sat there on the floor

Momma knit in her rocking chair

Near the bedroom door

And every now and then

We could hear our mama sing

Our hearts were filled with wonderment

At such a splendid thing, when he played

And he played the Wildwood Flower

And the Wabash Cannonball

Will the Circle be Unbroken

My daddy played them all

The thing that I remember most

Of my younger days

Was the way my daddy played

The years have gone as they do

I've grown to be a man

But I go back to the old hometown

Every chance I can

The old house is still the same

Though no one's living there

The old guitar sits all alone

In the big old chair, where he played

Though daddy's gone and mama too

And things have really changed

The memories locked in my heart

Keep everything the same

And every Sunday evening

My family sits around the fire

I sit back in daddy's big old chair

Pick up his guitar, and I play

And I play the Wildwood Flower

And the Wabash Cannonball

Will the Circle be Unbroken

Oh yes I play them all

The thing that I remember most

Of my younger days

Was the way my daddy played

©1988 Bill Temple