The Music That I Brang

The Music That I Brang

by Paul McCann 

I came to you there on concrete streets and played until darkness fell ,  with a guitar singing songs I’d wrote with stories I had  to tell .

From town to town , for years I went,  not  knowing what each day would bring , all I had was a guitar and voice and songs I wanted  to sing .

Such fondness to be there in a place where hope never went away and I found some  friends and  new songs to write  on the streets everyday .

In those special times ,  I could do no wrong with songs  I had to share , I came to play day after day for everybody who was there .

A busker was I with a dream for the songs I wrote to be heard , by mothers , fathers , daughters and sons who went out and spread the word .

Have you seen the busker standing there , did you hear the  songs he sang , did you see them dancing on the streets   to the music that he brang ?