John Francis Muse was my grandfather. Yesterday, age 81 he passed away peacefully. Grandpa, my silver fox, you are missed dearly already. Thank you for years of love, laughter, teaching, joy and music.
An only child Alone and wild A cabinet makers 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
A quiet man of music Denied a simpler fate He tried to be a soldier once But his music wouldnt 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 song is in my soul -- My life has been a poor attempt To imitate the man Im just a living legacy To the leader of the band.
My brothers lives were Different For they heard another call One went to chicago And the other to st. paul And Im in colorado When Im not in some hotel Living out this life Ive chose And come to know so well.
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 times when you got tough And, pap, I dont 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 Im just a living legacy To the leader of the band I am the living legacy To the leader of the band.
To anonymous: Thank you for that song. That is the song that reminds my whole family of my grandfather. Without knowing it, or perhaps knowing it you blessed us all today!
Kate: This pain is one I wish we didn't have to share. Thank you for your loyal heart always!
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love you very much.
My Deepest Condolences...
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An only child
Alone and wild
A cabinet makers 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
A quiet man of music
Denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once
But his music wouldnt 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 song is in my soul --
My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
Im just a living legacy
To the leader of the band.
My brothers lives were
Different
For they heard another call
One went to chicago
And the other to st. paul
And Im in colorado
When Im not in some hotel
Living out this life Ive chose
And come to know so well.
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 times when you got tough
And, pap, I dont 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
Im just a living legacy
To the leader of the band
I am the living legacy
To the leader of the band.
To anonymous: Thank you for that song. That is the song that reminds my whole family of my grandfather. Without knowing it, or perhaps knowing it you blessed us all today!
Kate: This pain is one I wish we didn't have to share. Thank you for your loyal heart always!
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