He never came to the family tomb
He said he would never care about the symboles
He believes in no religion
He may be just a little lazy too
He thought one of these days he would write songs
To make his ancestors immortal
He would just need some time and silence
Maybe he's a little superstitious
And the year passes, songs are written
The only thing to do is to sing
He fears they might hold bad opinions
But he has to do it for memories, oh
But he has to do it for memories, oh
But he has to do it
The first spot is turned off, crowd is patient
And he starts to pinch the A steel string
Follows a G then comes D minor
But the nerves break, young boy holds back something
He takes a break, the crowd is silent
And hastens one or twice to breathe deeply
His numb fingers resume the dances
He keeps going through variations
The gig is about to be over
The guitar is put back in a case
The audience makes an ovation
To call back again his melodies, oh
To call back again his melodies, oh
Cause he has to do it for memories
Cause he has to do it for memories
To call back again the melodies
To call back again the melodies