Song Lyrics

As I walk these narrow streets
Where a million passing feet have troped before me
With my guitar in my hand
Suddenly I realize nobody knows me

Where yesterday the multitude
Screamed and cried my name out for a song
Today the streets are empty
And the crowds have all gone home

I pass a million houses
But there is no place that I belong
All I knew to give you
Was song after song after song


All the truths I tried to tell you
Were as distant to you as the moon
Born 200 years too late
And 200 years too soon

I'm a child of this age
Locked into the pages of your book
And when I am but dust and clay
And all the children stop to take a look

Will they marvel at the miracles I did perform
And the heights I did aspire
Or will they tear out the pages of the book,
To light a fire

With the rain on my face
There is no place that I belong

Did you forget this fucking singer so soon?
And did you forget my song?

Charles E. Daniels, Johnny R. Cash

The duration of The Singer (A.K.A the Folk Singer) is 3:09 minutes and seconds.