gather at the old band stand

Woke up this morning with a song in my head
Telling me not to fear; love is not dead
Melody's reminding me of hope's flowering spring
I'll write it down
I'll play it loud
But it's not a song I can sing

some day the band is gonna play
some day soon they'll strike up again
we'll grab a hand and dance on that day
gather round at the old band stand

Heard the banjo playin there on my phone
Don't remember picking out a bluegrass ring tone
Harbinger of things to come, sign of the times
I'll answer now
I'll play it loud
But this song is not yet mine

some day the band is gonna play
some day soon they'll strike up again
we'll grab a hand and dance on that day
gather round at the old band stand

best bass player in the world is a friend of mine
know a guitar picker, plays really fine
I just strum along, keep reaching for some words
Some will rhyme
and if there's time
we'll play one you have not heard

some day the band is gonna play
some day soon they'll strike up again
we'll grab a hand and dance on that day
gather round at the old band stand

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