THE FIDDLER.

The sun it had faded the last bird had flown.

The moon had welcomed the night.

Lost in the darkness a vision appeared.

Her body was glowing and white.

Struck by her beauty,I fell to my knees.

But she reached out to me with her hands.

Saying please will you follow?my path it will lead

To a mystical wonderful land.

I arose to my feet andI followed her trail

By the side of a ripplening stream

I though to myselfI soon would awake.

All this would be but a dream.

Then from the distance music was heard

It echoed over the land

A fiddler played

With a magic that flowed

Through the bow that he held in his hand

CHORSE

Dance to the fiddler dance to the tune

Follow his path by the light of the moon,

Dance to the music dance till you fall

You always must follow the fiddlers call.

I started to tremble a mist came to fall

The forest just burst in to bloom

Where people had gathered around a great fire

And danced to the fiddlers tune

They called me towards them and asked me  to join

Soon a great circle was made

The fiddler, sat by the  side of the brook,

And we danced to the music he made

REPEAT CHORSE

Then from the darkness a great light appeared

The fiddler looked toward the sky.

His music grew loud it rang through my ears

Then it stoped, with a heavenly cry

The ground it was trembling

I fell to my knees

My eyes they were blind from the light

Soon there was silenced

I arose once again

But the fiddler was lost in the night

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REPEAT CHORUS.

Ringville music ©                      Words and music by   PaulGrant