I cannot sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go.

I cannot sing the old songs now! / It is not that I deem them low; / 'Tis that I can't remember how / They go.

I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go.

I like mash-ups, taking contemporary songs and making them old... old songs, making them new.

I'm now comfortable playing a lot of the old songs, and I've gotten out a lot of the old equipment.

Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind.
A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.
Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds;
Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs night after night.