Chris...This song is very moving.
I copied your original lyric and put my suggstions in parentheses. Emily [Linked Image]

Blue Guitar
copyright Chris Kent 2003

V.1.
When I was just a young one (when I was very young)
A boy no less then twelve
My daddy took his guitar
From its place upon the shelve
He let me hold it in my arms
Pluck each silver string
Then he took it back it again
And with a hush began to sing,

Chorus:
He said, "This guitar is special,
It's a gift from high above,
For when I play a melody
It's like a chorus of speaking doves.
It's my blue guitar, my baby,
The singer of old songs
And when it plays a melody
The time keeps coming on" (the songs go on and on)

V.2.
I looked at him with saucers ( MY eyes were like saucers)
With eyes that showed my youth
And everything I heard that night
Was like the sigh of spoken truth
He held my heart in silence
Had my soul full deep in awe
And when he sang those words again
My tears were all I saw

Chorus

V.3.
Well my daddy died in April
On a calm and somber day
With roses at his head and feet
And in a lily field he lay ( Drop the word "And" )
Well, late that night I ventured
To the house he called our home
And I took that blue from off the wall
So I could play his favorite song

Good luck with this song.
I love songs that are tributes to
those that are special to us...

Emily [Linked Image]




[This message has been edited by Emily Sanders (edited 03-09-2003).]