A slow, dreamy (some would say lugubrious) ballad in memory of Jim Henson
folk rock
humor
filk
pubsal
zieger
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Story behind the song
I wrote this one the day after Jim Henson died. I'm still not over it.
Lyrics
Fairy tales, forever told
Each generation rediscovers them
Fairy tales, forever told
We hope our children find some comfort in them
But they're often dark and violent
Filled with ancient rage
And the child must suffer silently
And die when we come of age
The storyman has come and gone
He leaves behind a world of fantasy
The storyman has come and gone
We're left to root among his legacy
But he's only who we think he is
He's only just a man
With all the human frailties
And un-completed plans
And it's hard for us to understand
That the fire can go out
In the gentlest summer rain
It's hard for us to reconcile
All the we were taught
With the grown-up world of pain
And I still believe in the magic and the miracles
I have seen the rainbow's end
And I still have faith in the child inside each one of us
Coming alive again
Come children, if you can
Say goodbye to the storyman
His eyes are tired and they've closed at last
And he won't be back again
He's left us all alone
To write our stories on our own
But with all he's left behind, we may get by
Say goodbye
And it's hard for us to understand
That the fire can go out
In the gentlest summer rain
It's hard for us to reconcile
All the we were taught
With the grown-up world of pain
And I still believe in the magic and the miracles
I have seen the rainbow's end
And I still have faith in the child inside each one of us
Coming alive again
Come children, if you can
Say goodbye to the storyman
His eyes are tired and they've closed at last
And he won't be back again
He's left us all alone
To write our stories on our own
But with all he's left behind, we may get by
Say goodbye