THE LAST ORGAN GRINDER - 3rd place

Bright tune rings on the streets below Lovers sing and old feelings glow On the corner stands an old man Playing an old barrel organ Old hearts exult in deep delight With the gleam of the broad daylight The dying feelings lived again Like nurtured by some drops of rain In his eyes are the memories Of precious times through centuries But the wrinkles on his forehead Give hints on his few days ahead The organ grinder waves goodbye May his precious tunes never die May his mem'ries live forever On hearts sparked by his bright ember 3rd place