Handing down the Story of Frenzie

Testo:

© Don_T
You may not believe this,
but I swear that it's true
Grandpa told me a story
and now I want to pass it on to you

You see, It was on a bright summer day
much like today
they say a man came here with a guitar
and just started to play

Well, they swear that the notes on that song
just danced in the air
and while you listened,
you lost all your cares

No-one knew who he was
But, Mrs. Jones called him Frenzie
Like that breeze that pops up from no-where
and causes those little spinsies

Some say that's where the hills got it's voice
Heck, I don't know
But, I know when you're feeling sad
that's just the place you should go

So, if you want to hear the music son
and you want to feel free
Just say, "Would you play for me Mr. Frenzie?"
and don't forget to say "Please"

So, let's sit back
and enjoy the thrill
of hearing the song
that comes from the hills