The Burning

The Burning © 2004 Shawn Lidster

They called my granddad Uncle Bernie

When he played a tune, you could feel the burning

In his soul, in his soul

And my Grandma she liked to sing

Songs about the old country

She had a yearning

In her soul

Sometimes I can feel

Them watching over me

Sometimes I can hear their sweet melody

And I get the Burning

So I pick up this old guitar

Pretend I’m playing in a Smokey bar

And I get the burning

In my soul

Now and then I get the rhythm right it

Feels good and it sounds like

I got the Burning

In my soul

Sometimes I can feel

Them watching over me

Sometimes I can hear their sweet melody

And I get the Burning

Ohh

Well it’s a job to know what to do

Follow your heart

Too yourself be true

It sounds easy but it’s hard, so hard

Sometimes I can feel

Them watching over me

Inside my heart I hold their memory

That’s when I hear their sweet melody

And I get the Burning

Someday when I’m dead and gone

I hope my sons here this song

And they feel the burning

In their Soul