In the living room of an old run down house
Are the signs of a luthiers demise
Warped wooden necks that no one will barre again
But Harold still hears the beauty in them
Homage to the Last valiant luthier
A ounce sought after very special man
From every great musician seeking the best
Harold gets the third degree for squandering away his fathers genes
But Such is the price for a dreary love
Homage to the Last valiant luthier
If adrift souls were appraised like Harold's love