[Verse 1] Underneath the sun's warm glow, A man with a guitar does show, In a fruit market, ripe and sweet, Melodies that softly meet. [Chorus] Strumming tunes that dance and sway, In the air where fruit flies play, A parade of colors, a feast for the eye, In the heart of the market, he finds his high. [Verse 2] Bananas, apples, and pears in a row, Echo the rhythm as he softly strums the low, The crowd gathers 'round, a smile on each face, As the music weaves through the market's embrace. [Chorus] With every note, the day seems brighter, The fruit man's song, a sight, a delight, A symphony of life in every verse he sings, In the heart of the market, where joyous things cling. [Bridge] As the sun dips low, casting long shadows, The market's day is nearing its end, But the music lingers, a sweet refrain, In the echoes of laughter, in the fruit's sweet blend. [Chorus] A man with a guitar, a simple life, In a fruit market, where joy takes flight, His song a testament to the day's delight, In the heart of the market, where music's light. [Outro] As the last chord fades into the night, The man with his guitar takes his flight, Leaving behind a memory, a sweet refrain, In the heart of the market, where the music's rain. [End]