The Banjo Spell

I'm a rambling lass

I carry no class

Once a wise old man

Took me hand in hand

Listen now young one

I'll sing you a song

If you hear it in your heart

Carry it right on

I was rocked to this

Many moons ago

I was just a little lad

In my Nanny's arms

I'll spin you a tale or two

Take from me what you see true

I was not a ladies man

They call me the banjo man

Well now, wise old man

I will gladly sit

Underneath your banjo's spell

For a healthy bit

I've got me some stories to

About the road and all its youth

When I am listening to

Melody, a gift like you

And this encounter's precious now

So tightly shut I hold my mouth

The listener needs his wits about him

He could live to be banjo man then

I'm a rambling lass

I carry no class

Once a wise old man

Took me hand in hand

Just before he passed

Listen now young lass