I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

By William Butler Yeats

The Song of Wandering Aengus

Intro:



Verse 1:

This morning I saw an old friend of mine

Lines on his face tell the story of time

Silver creeping in where the dark used to be

But the man in the mirror still feels like me



Chorus:

Mirror, mirror, don’t you lie

Is it me or some other guy

I may be older, a little more wise

But this old soul is still alive



Verse 2:

I remember the boy who laughed at the rain

The young man in love who never feared the pain

Now I’m seasoned, but the fire remains

The mirror just frames a man still the same



Chorus:

Mirror, mirror, don’t you lie

Is it me or some other guy

I may be older, a little more wise

But this old soul is still alive



Break:



Chorus: 

Mirror, mirror, don’t you lie

Is it me or some other guy

I may be older, a little more wise

But this old soul5r6r is still alive



Outro:

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I have been rockin through life one song at a time.  I picked up the guitar 50+ years ago and never put it down.

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