This is My Song Now

I used to listen to a man
who played a 12-string guitar.
I loved how he sang
of his love for the Earth,
and of his highs and lows.
But, then he fell from the sky
and died log ago.

Now I play my one-string
diddley bow,
and sing of my love for the Earth,
and of my highs and lows.
I sit hereon the ground,
looking up at the sky.
This is the song I sing now,
This is my song now.