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Poor Old Thing

This song is by Beau and appears on the compilation The Crabs Sell Out / the Crabs Freak Out (2012).

Maybe the strings are growing old now.
Maybe the guitar’s lost its ring.
Maybe the wood is growing dry now –
Poor old thing, poor old thing.

Maybe the fingers are growing old now.
Maybe the voice has lost its ring.
Maybe the throat is growing dry now.
Poor old thing, poor old thing…

Sometimes a sound will die of sadness,
Sometimes the strings will ring;
And I will sing with them, I will sing with them…

Maybe the shadows are growing long now.
Maybe the seasons dulled the string.
Maybe the harmony lies broken.
Poor old thing… poor old thing.

Maybe a song is never-ending.
Even the last elusive ring
Seeming to wend away for ever.
Poor old thing, poor old thing, poor old thing.

Written by:

C J T Midgley

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