A Song For Folklegacy lyrics

A SONG FOR FOLK-LEGACY
(Or A Record Edged in Black)

written with a bow to tradition, by Bob Clayton c. 1986

1. I was standing by my window one fine morning,
Without a though of worry or of care,
When i saw the postman coming up the pathway
With such a jolly face and jaunty air.
He rang the bell and whistled while he waited,
And then he said, ` Good morning to you, Jack!`
But he little knew the happiness he brought me
When he handed me that record edged in black.

2. With trembling hands I took the record from him;
I opened it and put it on to play.
When I heard that old-time singer with his banjo,
It changed my very life right from that day.
I didn`t know a thing about the singer.
As I read the liner notes from front to back,
And the only song I recognized, `Tom Dooley,`
On that wonderful first record edged in black.

3. Now, since that time, I`ve heard a lot of music,
And I learned to sing and play a bit, myself,
From those songs and singers that I grew to cherish
In that black-bound stack of records on the shelf.
I used to wait just for the postman`s visit,
Coming up the pathway with his pack;
`Cause I knew the kind of music that could move me
Was found upon those records edged in black.

4. But harder times have hit the record business;
It`s tough to make a go, I`ve heard it said.
And little folky companies like this one
Do most of their accounts in ink of red.
You`ve got to get the customer`s attention
As he browses through the old folk record rack.
It`s been a couple years, or even longer,
Since I`ve seen a good old record edged in black.

5. I know you can`t return to days back yonder.
The world turns toward the morning, so they say.
But I, for one, would not be too unhappy
If a few things never changed from day to day.
I`d like to see the postman one fine morning,
Coming up the pathway with his pack,
He`d never know the happiness he`d bring me
If he handed me a record edged in black.

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