Leader Of The Band/Washington Post March歌词

作词 : Fogelberg
Leader Of The Band/Washington - Dan Fogelberg
An only child alone and wild

A cabinet maker's son

His hands were meant for different work
And his heart was known to none --

He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
he gave And to me a gift I know
I never can repay

A quiet man of music
Denied a simpler fate

He tried to be a soldier once
But his music wouldn't wait

He earned his love through discipline
A thundering, velvet hand

His gentle means of sculpting souls
Took me years to understand.

The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old

But his blood runs through my instrument
And his song is in my soul --
My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man

I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band.

My brothers' lives were different
For they heard another call

One went to Chicago
And the other to St. Paul

And I'm in Colorado
When I'm not in some hotel

Living out this life I've chose
And come to know so well.

I thank you for the music
And your stories of the road

I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go

I thank you for the kindness
And the times when you got tough
And, papa, I don't think I
Said 'I love you' near enough

The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old

But his blood runs through my instrument
And his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band

I am the living legacy
To the leader of the band.