Lyrics

Treasures in the Attic

© David Rintoul

And, what if we found out,
That, since the world was young,
The best songs ever written,
Were those that went unsung?

Imagine if we learned,
That if the truth were told,
The finest paintings in the world,
Were never bought or sold.

Like treasures in the attic,
Like driftwood on the beach,
Unknown and undiscovered,
They hide beyond our reach.

I don?t know if it?s true,
But I have heard it said,
Some long forgotten poetry,
Lies yearning to be read.

Brought forth before its time,
Or blindly cast aside,
Though poets all may pass away,
Their poems never die.

Like treasures in the attic,
Like driftwood on the beach,
Unknown and undiscovered,
They hide beyond our reach.

Art and artist, both unknown,
Secrets shared by them alone.

Some seem to choose a path,
That is, like them, ignored.
That leads to neither wealth nor fame,
But is its own reward.

Their treasures in the attic,
Lie safely stored away.
And, when the world is ready,
They?ll come to light someday.