(Chris Leslie)
Walking out into the meadow, you were hanging on my sleeve
Music from a romany fiddle floated through a summer's eve
Bats danced in the dusk as the sun was going down
Smoke rising through the mist, where the grass was overgrown
We stared at the flames as in a clearing people stood
Calling echoed through the lanes and shadows jumped across the wood
Concentration in the glow, closed eyes could not see the fire
Notes falling, rising, high and low, like a walk across a wire
And all say who saw him play, like a shaft of light revealing
He could make a string almost anything, the way his heart was feeling
Oh la, do do de la, do de la, do de la, la de do de la, oh la ...
When young I remember shadows round an old camp fire
A cold night, late November, crawling under rusty wire
I couldn't stop my heart from pounding, never had I been so near
A string of notes so magic sounding, a violin so warm and clear
Last December someone told me, I could not believe my ears
His old stiff and frozen body had been found with icy tears
'Cause he was wadeing through the falling snow, couldn't make the journey home
Looking for a passing stranger, but he found himself alone
But all say who saw him play, like a shaft of light revealing
He could make a string almost anything, the way his heart was feeling
Straying through a day, playing to the night, with his fiddle he was free
Oh la, do do de la, do de la, do de la, la de do de la, oh la ...
(as sung by Whippersnapper)
Susannes Folksong-Notizen English Notes
