tom's at the piano
talkin' to a ghost
playin' with his eyes shut tight
here's a little song
i learnt it from the wind
i heard it on the wind last night
beats workin' in the field
for a little blind boy
playin' in the dime museum
day the colonel came
and he take ya by the hand
what a lucky day for him
when tom is at the bench
his hands are not his own
some spirit in the room takes hold
never seen the sun
much less read a note
make your daddy proud
oh make your daddy rich
candy and cake for tom
‘til the crowd dies down
and the colonel's in the grave
and the candy and the cake are gone
tom's at the piano
talkin' to a ghost
playin' with his eyes shut tight
here's a little song
i learnt it from the wind
i heard it on the wind last night
here's a little song
i learnt it from the wind
i heard it on the wind last night