Old and Worn; A Birthday Song

Old and Worn

Also Old and Worn

Now as I watch my life unroll, I read the poems on the scroll

And I do my best to savour every line

And every year that takes its toll, is laid down deep within my soul

But I can draw it up again like vintage wine,

These are lyrics from a song I wrote about 15 years ago as one of my birthdays rolled round. And as its my birthday today, the last year in which I can be ‘fifty something’, I thought for fun I would post it again. If the button doesnt appear below you can try clicking on the song title where I give the lyrics below. This is a take with just me playing both guitar parts and no other accompaniment. I have never recorded this properly but maybe one day I will.

Old and Worn

I was round rockin with the boys, they showed me all the latest toys,

They got gizmos now that could almost play the gig.

They like to tell me money talks, they sure can make those boxes squalk,

They say by spending out they’re bound to make it big

 

Chorus: But my Guitar is old and worn, made the year that I was born,

You could put it down as only wood and string

But when I open up that case and blow the dust from off its face

And lift it up, sometimes I swear I can hear it sing

 

Well I know the likes of you, you must have everything brand new

And you will trash it on the day its lost its sheen

And you know the likes of me you can leave me standing like a tree

But I’ve got roots and rising sap to keep me green

 

Chorus : And this Guitar that’s old and worn, made the year that I was born,

But its grown a tone that’s more than wood and string

And when I open up that case and blow the dust from off its face

And lift it up, sometimes I swear I can hear it sing

 

Now as I watch my life unroll, I read the poems on the scroll

And I do my best to savour every line

And every year that takes its toll, is laid down deep within my soul

But I can draw it up again like vintage wine,

 

Like this guitar etc.

 

Now this box of mellowed wood, sounds every bit as good

As the day its maker blessed it with a string

I can see it lying in the shade, remembering every note its played

And waiting for the day that’ll let that music ring

 

Cho: So I don’t mind my touch of grey, I’m not fearing for the day

When every buried seed is bound to have its spring

When Someone opens up my case, I’m gonna see Him face to face

And when I’m in my Makers hands He’ll hear me sing!

12 Comments

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12 responses to “Old and Worn; A Birthday Song

  1. Graham

    A very happy birthday, Malcolm … have a great day 🙂

  2. Blamche

    Wonderful, heart and soul touching. Since I have four decades behind me I very much appreciate the last Chorus. “He has been better for years than all my fears” (Amy Charmichael)

  3. Katharine Langille

    Happy birthday Malcolm! We are kind of birthday buds. My “half birthday” is Nov 11. And I’m also in that last year of 50-something. Yup. Next May I turn over. I hope to continue to inspire in my small circle of life; I pray you, in your much wider circle, will do the same! Many blessings for your 60th year. (1957 was such a good year!)

  4. Happy birthday, Malcolm! I love the song, these lyrics especially:
    “Now as I watch my life unroll, I read the poems on the scroll
    And I do my best to savour every line
    And every year that takes its toll, is laid down deep within my soul
    But I can draw it up again like vintage wine”
    So beautiful. This 60-something woman wishes you many more years of fine wine, poetry and song! Enjoy what remains of your special day. May God richly bless and continue to inspire you.

  5. Maggie Wells

    Charming!!

  6. Glenys

    Love it. Thank you and happy birthday…

  7. Happy Birthday Friend. Always enjoying your verse that gets woven into A Semon from time to time.

    Fr Vincent Schwahn osb

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