The Old Man´s Tale

In a house of colors, by the emerald sea, Lived an old man grumpy, as grumpy could be He'd shut his doors, and close his heart, A hermit by choice, keeping all apart. Oh, the old man's tale, of sorrow and strife, A heart once broken, by the trials of life But a young lad came, with a smile so bright, And changed his world, in the soft moonlight. They shared their days, with laughter and ale, The old man's heart, began to unveil He told his story, of love and loss, Of dreams once shattered, and the heavy cost. Oh, the old man's tale, of sorrow and strife, A heart once broken, by the trials of life But a young lad came, with a smile so bright, And changed his world, in the soft moonlight. Through the nights of song, and tales so grand, The old man found, a helping hand He saw the world, through younger eyes, And felt the hope, of a new sunrise. Oh, the old man's tale, of sorrow and strife, A heart once broken, by the trials of life But a young lad came, with a smile so bright, And changed his world, in the soft moonlight. Now the old man dreams, of days to come, With a heart renewed, and a soul undone He'll live his life, with joy and cheer, For the young lad's friendship, has brought him near. In a house of colors, by the emerald sea, Lived an old man grumpy, as grumpy could be He'd shut his doors, and close his heart, A hermit by choice, keeping all apart. Oh, the old man's tale, of sorrow and strife, A heart once broken, by the trials of life But a young lad came, with a smile so bright, And changed his world, in the soft moonlight.