I had a guitar,
I had a dream,
She had so much life,
There was so much of her love.
She was like that tree,
that is waiting for its greenness.
I had a guitar,
I had a dream.
Tell them, my guitar,
That you know about my pain,
When I used to walk through life
Without affection and without love.
I will tell them, that in my sadness,
When nobody listened to me,
She was the force that encouraged
My pitiful heart.
I had a guitar,
But yesterday she sounded no more.
Her music stays in me,
But my guitar is silent.
Her music stays in me,
But my guitar is silent.