Uploaded December 2025 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago

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LYRICS:
He'd written songs a plenty and sang them every night
He'd started out aged twenty upon this fancied flight
He'd sing in halls and taverns to all who cared to hear
Some venues were just caverns with contraband and beer

Those fearless wings of youth would take him soaring high
Recklessness would rule in truth with ne'er the question why
Countless women came and went with true love set to nought
Time and money were well spent at least that what he thought

Life at thirty was the same still a boy at heart
Wandering with no true aim through life's uncertain chart
At forty he was weary of living life this way
It all became so dreary with every wasted day

At fifty he decided he'd really had enough
No loyalties divided he packed up all his stuff
He'd not that much to carry some clothes stuffed in a bag
He didn't care to tarry his life was just a drag

Now here he is at sixty still playing his guitar
No longer caught betwixt he concedes he's not a star
He sings his poignant swan song with no-one else around
But if you think he's sad you're wrong
For peace of mind he's found

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"Swan Song" - Words & Music copyright Robert Haigh 2025
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