[Verse]
An old man in the village,
Sits beneath the big oak tree,
Telling tales of days gone by,
To the kids who gather 'round.

[Verse 2]
Wrinkled hands and faded eyes,
Memories etched in stone,
Whispers of the times that passed,
In a voice so soft and low.

[Chorus]
Listen to the stories,
Of the man with silver hair,
Echoes of a history,
In the quiet evening air.

[Verse 3]
Wisdom flows like river streams,
From this gentle soul,
Every word a precious gem,
In a heart that's worn but whole.

[Bridge]
Beneath the sky of twilight,
Dreams of old take flight,
In the village by the sea,
Where his spirit roams so free.

[Chorus]
Listen to the stories,
Of the man with silver hair,
Echoes of a history,
In the quiet evening air.

[Outro]
So gather close and lend an ear,
His tales hold laughter, joy, and tears.
In every word, the ultimate lore,
The old man's legacy forevermore.