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
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
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