Old Tursun walks slow beneath the sun
Seventy winters and every one won
The young bucks ride in to test his might
But Tursun's standing in the fading lightCHORUS:
Old Man Tursun, he holds his sway
In that saddle he's gonna stay
Every ride he proves his worth
Tursun, the legend of the earth
Horses graze low on Irad's land
Tursun drives 'em with a steady hand
He don't say much but he gets respect
Young men watch him, learn and reflect
Young men come with something to prove
Tursun don't even have to move
Age may slow him but the skill remains
Ain't no young man gonna take his reins
In the twilight the shadows grow
But Tursun's fire is still aglow
He's stood up to every test
And the weight of years is just a jest
Young men come and young men go
Old men know what the young don't know
When the sun goes down on Irad's plains
Old Man Tursun still remains
Beka says: short and very good. only guitar and his foot