The Little Boy and the Old Man
a one man show
Hi. My name is Douglas Murphy and I hale from Montreal Quebec Canada.
I have been playing around this 'craft' for a while now and have always enjoyed getting my 'stuff' out there.
Lately I have been playing around with AI generated vocals and melodies. I hope you enjoy what I have to offer.
Story behind the song
Scrolling through Facebook and came across a photo and an old poem. This lyric came from that.
Lyrics
The Little Boy and Old Man
[2022/09/20]
[V]
Said the little boy,
"Sometimes, I drop my spoon."
Smiling, the old man said,
"I do that too."
The little boy whispered,
"Sometimes I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the old man,
"There's a fifty-fifty chance."
Break:
[V]
Said the little boy,
"I often cry."
The old man sadly nodded,
"So do I."
Said the little boy,
"Sometimes I get scared."
The old man gently squeezed his hand,
"I understand and care."
[C]
There are differences between us,
yet we're quite the same.
You're spark's beginning,
mine's a slowly dying flame.
The companions walked together,
holding the other's hand.
Sharing what they had in common.
The little boy and old man.
Break:
[V]
Said the little boy
as the two strolled along,
"I try to do what's right
but sometimes I do wrong."
The old man nodded once again,
met the child's eyes.
"My son, I understand,
expect dark and clear skies."
[C]
There are differences between us,
yet we're quite the same.
You're spark's beginning
Mine's a slowly dying flame.
The companions walked together,
holding the other's hand.
Sharing what they had in common.
The little boy and old man.
[B]
"But worst of all," said the little boy,
"Little pay attention to me."
He felt the warmth of that wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean."
[C]
There are differences between us,
yet we're quite the same.
You're spark's beginning
Mine's a slowly dying flame.
The companions walked together,
holding the other's hand.
Sharing what they had in common.
The little boy and old man.
Copyright (c) 2022 By Douglas Murphy
Adapted from the works of Shel Silverstein / Hugo Gerhard Simberg - Towards Evening, 1913.
