Blue Guitar

Blue guitar, fortune of my waysMaking of my daysNew chord, counting up the waysHappiness is lazyIf you don't know the songIf you can't put the words to the tuneTell the rhyme from the reasonWhat should it matter, to the fool or the dreamerNew hope, travelers in a stormFinding love is warmNew day, the world has just begunOur eyes have seen the sunIf you don't know the wayIf you can't see the wood for the treesTaste the wine from the waterWell, what should it matter, to the fool or the dreamer