Music's What I See - Rhonda Vincent

I was down on lower Broadway

When I heard a plaintive sound

There musta been a hundred people

Gathered all around

A blind old man sitting on a stool

No one made a sound

When he sang

Jesus loves me this I know

Somewhere bluebirds fly over the rainbow

God is great and God is good to me

He gave me music

Music’s what I see

I could almost feel the snow

When he sang Rocky Mountain High

He brought me to tears

With I’m so lonesome I could cry

I shivered in the chorus

When he played cold Kentucky rain

But he really got to me

When he sang music

Music’s what I see

He said my imagination

These songs and this guitar

Have taken me around the world

I’ve even touched a star

He sang for nothin' but he smiles

When the money hits the jar

And he sings

Jesus loves me this I know

Somewhere bluebirds fly over the rainbow

God is great and God is good to me

He gave me music

Music’s what I see

I’ve been busted flat in Baton Rouge

On a long black train

Felt the tracks of my tears

With blues eyes cryin' in the rain

I faced a ring of fire with

Sunday morning coming down

He was looking straight at me when he said music

Music’s what I see

God is great and God is good to me

He gave me music and

Music’s what I see