My guitar gently weeps
I sit and I cry alone in the firelight
Hearing my guitar gently weep
It's always the same this time of year
I look at my guitar and picture you
I could never play the darn thing well.
You played right from the start
The night you said I should be hung
Then you played to me and smiled.
There are so many nights I remember
Just quiet nights, playing and singing.
Or loud nights when we had BBQs
And sang, “O tell me fair maiden”
A dirty song that wasn’t dirty
But it was always good for a laugh
And it also brought back memories.
The last time you played it,
Was my birthday, what a night
You said your belly was getting in the way
You were 6 months gone and just showing
You looked so happy, radiant.
I can never hear Segovia play
Danza Espanola number 5
Without thinking about you
And that oh so special night
My last birthday with you.