Leader Of The Band/Washington Post March

Lyricist: Dan Foglberg    Composer: Dan Forglberg
前奏
An only child, alone and wild a cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work
and his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know
I never can repay
间奏
A quiet man of music denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once but his music wouldn't wait
He earned his love through discipline a thundering, velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his son is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
间奏
My brothers' lives were different for they heard another call
One went to Chicago and the other to St. Paul
And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chosen and come to know so well
间奏
I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the time when you got tough
And papa I don't think I said
"I love you" near enough
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
I am a living legacy
to the leader of the band
尾奏