Last night I watched a banjo man
In a bar just down the street
It's a place where music is always heard
Where players often meet

And they sing of troubles and of love
And trouble that love brings
They sing of what is over now
But this man sang about spring

Last night I watched this banjo man
Make us forget to drink
He told us tales we'd heard before
But this time he made us think

Of childhood days and the promises
From fingers picking on the strings
It's raining on the street outside
But this man sang about spring

Last night I watched the banjo man
Release us back on to the street
With our defenses lowered some
And our conclusions neat

Of course he's crazy, ain't we all?
If we join in and sing
And this old world can grumble on
While one man sings about spring