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and here is the Wayne Francis Tribute (the first I had heard since the Guess Who's)


Weaver of the Moonlight

In he strolls with his whiskered chin, he's out of another time His old guitar looks battered and well used
But the strings still have a ring to them, as they dance to every rhyme
And capture every ear that is tuned in to someone's mind

The table that he sits before's like any stage I've seen
There sits his hat and weathered gear
And there is no one around this room who'd trade away tonight
As they listen to the stories about everywhere he's been

His foot taps on the floor below and his fingers find the notes
His face lights up when something moves his heart
And he sings of many legends, from old minstrels he does quote
And I can't believe the reverance that greets each new tale he starts

He seems the surest remedy for when you're feeling down
Uplifted by the honesty you see
And by the words he brings to you, you'll find your way around
He's been the fool and wise man and yet through it all he's free

So stranger tell us secrets that are locked behind your eyes
Though some are painful thoughts you must recall
And tell us of the world you've known, in sunshine or disguise
The transparency of fortunes and how little love it buys

Oh weaver of the moonlight, is it true your magic ends
With the first dim rays that beckon morning light
And is it true you'll travel far with just your songs to lend
To anyone who feels the need to smile or call you friend

In he strolls with his whiskered chin, he's out of another time
His old guitar looks battered and well used
But the strings still have a ring to them, as they dance to every rhyme
And capture every ear that is tuned in to someone's mind