Mothers Chair

Let me tell you a story of someone I know
Someone that I met, many long years ago
He's played music for many all over this land
And he's special to me, the old accordion man

He's played reels for the dancing, for young and for old
He's had stories to tell, as his memories unfold
And he's traveled the road, and I now understand
Why he's special to me, the old accordion man

He'll play songs that will take you away back in time
Like Maggie, Dark Island, and Mother of Mine
But of all the fine medleys, and songs he can play
Dark Lochnagar stays in my heart today

Many years have gone by, but I still hear the sound
As he played on the stage, with the band all around
And his music has grown, as he's traveled the land
He's respected by all, the old accordion man

He'll play songs that will take you away back in time
Like Maggie, Dark Island, and Mother of Mine
But of all the fine medleys, and songs he can play
Dark Lochnagar stays in my heart today