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My Uncle's Autoharp
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'The music that he weaved forged a young girl's memories.'
acoustic folk country lai
Lyricist on an endless quest for the perfect melody.
I'm afraid I can't claim to be a band, although I have been known to jump on a bandwagon from time to time. No, I'm just a humble lyricist who is in absolute awe of the composers who have stumbled into my life and bothered to wrap a melody around some of my words. I've been attempting to legitimately call myself a lyricist since I was about 14 years old. Have a listen, won't you, and let me know if I qualify.
Song Info
Genre
Country • Country General
Charts
Peak #74
Peak in subgenre #27
Author
Greg C. Brown, Patricia Brown & Joice Marie
Rights
2009 Brown/Brown/Marie
Uploaded
April 09, 2009
Track Files
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:12
Story behind the song
A childhood memory told to me by my wife.
Lyrics
My Uncle's Autoharp © 2009 Greg C. Brown, Patricia Brown & Joice Marie Terceira My uncle Mig had tough yet tender hands. He farmed the earth on Carolina land. He stood somewhere, I guess, round five foot one. But his heart was twice as big as the (noonday) sun. In summertime when I was just this tall My very favorite memory of all Was sitting on his front porch after dark Singing songs while Uncle Mig would strum his autoharp. CHORUS And we sang all the hymns we knew, From "Amazing Grace" to "How Great Thou Art." Oh the music that he weaved Forged a young girl's memories. How I loved my uncle's autoharp. Mig would labor in his fields all day Swallowing the dust his tractor made. But when the sun came down his work would end And I knew that's when the music would begin. Then one cool April night my uncle died. That precious autoharp lay by his side. I thought for sure the music died with him And that instrument I loved would never play again. CHORUS And we sang all the hymns we knew, From “Amazing Grace” to “How Great Thou Art.” Oh the music that he weaved Forged a young girl’s memories. How I loved my uncle's autoharp. One day a package came addressed to me. What lay inside I could hardly believe. Inside that box I found the greatest gift And knew once more those melodies would live. CHORUS Now I sing all the hymns he loved, From "Amazing Grace" to "How Great Thou Art." Oh the music that it weaved Built this woman's memories. How I love my uncle's autoharp. How I love my uncle's autoharp.
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