Of course... Check out Guitar, George! ... And an old guitar is all he can afford, When he gets up under the lights to play his thing...
Well.. the greatest day is coming.. full of joy and full of tears.. Sometimes it seems to me each fallen soldier That never came back home from fields of gore In fact did never perish, as they told you, But turned into a crane as white as snow.. And ever since those days in their due season We've seen them soaring high across the sky With distant voices giving us a reason To stand in tears and watch them flying by.. A wedge of cranes is fading in the distance So far away I can no longer see When I run out of days of my existence I hope those cranes will find a gap for me.. That I may soar above my pain and anguish And join their ranks as many years ago Recalling all their names in my new language And names of those whom I have left below.. Sometimes it seems to me each fallen soldier That never came back home from fields of gore In fact did never perish, as they told you, But turned into a crane as white as snow..