The fiddler
When the fiddler has played his last tune for the night And the singer has sung his last song And the mandolins and guitars and banjo's are quiet And the loud noisy crowd has gone home Theres nothing as quiet as a night with no music Or as dark as night with no stars And nothing as lonesome as a cold lonely river Just wondering all night where you are As we walked together the music was playing The wind whispered soft through the tree With your arms around me whispered I love you And the words seemed to float on the breeze * Refrain Now the fiddler has played his last tune for the night And the singer has sung his last song All the mandlins and guitars and banjo's are quiet Like the music sweetheart you are gone * Refrain