The minstrel to my side has come and stirs old memories
Like the winds of time I remember well his haunting melodies
It seems like I've been thinking too much of myself
For a country lady's heart grows tired 
And calls it something else

Won't you play that tune that held me in those days
When I was singing to myself and you had gone away

You were younger then with the morning in your eyes
And a little bit of madness which I too recognized
How you would knock upon my door and I would let you in
We had foggy San Francisco nights
There was a warm Sonoma wind

Won't you play that tune that held me in those days
When I was singing to myself and you had gone away

They ask me if I know you now, I don't know what to say
It's been so many years though it seems like yesterday
But I remember clearly the magic in your songs
Which held me 'til I could not speak
Those hours before the dawn

So here we sit together now like strangers and like friends
And maybe what seems new tonight is how the story ends
You can't cry the rain away, you don't have to try
I heard you say that long ago
And never asked you why

Won't you play that tune that held me in those days
When I was singing to myself and you had gone away

Won't you play that tune that held me in those days
When I was singing to myself and you had gone away