Music Revolutionaries

As a child of the late1940s, Heard Skiffle, Folk, Rock and Roll Loved country and the blues Loved the sound of soul. Heard, Donegan, Perkins, Presley, Make all those blues based hits Heard Jerry Lee, Buddy, the Bopper Guthrie, all those talented young Brits. Suddenly we had a language, A music of our very own, Criss crossing the Atlantic To mix with that home grown. So many decades later, My life having moved on, I still listen to that music but Most of the heroes are gone Eyes closed, glass in hand I listen at my leisure, My music may be old but It gives so much pleasure. In my mind i see my idols Strut and own their stage Many died too young That just means they don’t age. Those very special people Whose talent will not fade, I have been so privileged to see Music history being made. A musical dinosaur maybe But I don’t really care. I heard the music change And I was lucky to be there.