My favorite song of all time, and I'm a metal head. Something about this song, the feeling of being a stranger in a strange land. It gets me every time. I save this song for special moments, and today was one of them, and I cried to it like I always do. Hats off
He was standing in some tiny town On fair Prince Edward Island Waiting for a ship to come and find him A one horse place, a friendly face, Some coffee and a tiny trace Of fiddling in the distance far behind them A dime across the counter then A shy hello, a brand new friend A walk along the street in the wint'ry weather A yellow light, an open door, A welcome friend, there's room for more Soon they're standing there inside together He said I heard that tune before somewhere But I can't remember when Was it on some other friendly shore Did I hear it on the wind Was it written on the sky above I think I heard it from someone I love But I never heard it sound so sweet since then Now his feet begin to tap A little boy says I'll take your hat He's caught up in the magic of his smile Then leaps the heart inside him When on and off across the floor He sends his clumsy body graceful as a child He says there's magic in the fiddler's arms There's magic in this town There's magic in the dancers' feet And the way they put them down Smiling people everywhere Boots and ribbons and locks of hair Laughter and old blue suits and Easter gowns Now the sailor's gone, the room is bare The old piano's sitting there Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack Some empty chairs, a wooden floor That feels the touch of shoes no more Waiting for the dancers to come back And the fiddle's in the closet Of some daughter of the town The strings are broke and the bow is gone And the case is buttoned down But often on December nights When the air is cold and the wind is right For the melody comes passing through this town
Thank you very much for the lyrics! It will be great to listen to The Dubliners version, voice of Ronnie Drew and have the lyrics down here. Thank you.
He said there's magic in the fiddler's arm, there's magic in this town. There's magic in the dancers' feet and the way they put them down. People smiling everywhere, boots and ribbons, locks of hair, and laughter and old blue suits and Easter gowns. Now the sailor's gone, the room is bare, the old piano's sitting there, someone's hat's left hanging on the rack. And empty chairs, the wooden floor that feels the touch of shoes no more, awaiting for the dancers to come back. And the fiddle's in the closet of some daughter of the town. The strings are broke and the bow is gone and the cover's buttoned down. But sometimes on December nights, when the air is cold and the wind is right, There's a melody that passes through this town.
He was stranded in some tiny town on fair Prince Edward Isle, awaiting for a ship to come and find him A one-horse place, a friendly face, some coffee and a tiny trace of fiddling in the distance far behind him. A dime across the counter, then, a shy hello, a brand new friend. A walk along the street in the wintry weather. A yellow light, an open door, a welcome friend, there's room for more, And then they're standing there inside together. He said I've heard that tune before somewhere, but I can't remember when. Was it on some other friendly shore or did I hear it on the wind? Was it written on the sky above? I think I heard it from someone I love, but I never heard it sound so sweet since then Now his feet begin to tap, a little boy says I'll take your hat. He's caught up in the magic of her smile. And leap, the heart inside him went, and off across the floor he sent his clumsy body graceful as a child.
Thank you so much! Go raibh maith agat! All of you lads who share this kind of videos you share love, positive energy, your job is priceless. Wish you all the best.
For every time we think we're tougher than everyone else... stronger than the rest... wiser than most or more true than others... There will be a video of Ronnie Drew proving that we're all swimming in the ditch that bastard dug.
St. Anne’s Reel (Reel De Ste-Anne) is actually a French Canadian tune, which I find interesting as it has been claimed as being one of the most stereotypical bluegrass tunes as well as one of the most stereotypical Irish tunes, when it’s neither.
Well there's a pretty damn strong connection between French-Canadian and Irish-Canadian music, especially concerning Atlantic Canada and it's been a hugely popular tune among the Irish and wider Britannic and Gaelic communities for a long time so it's not exactly that surprising When lyrics aren't involved it's extremely hard to distinguish between most Acadian and Anglo-Gaelic tunes without already knowing which ones are which from a historical perspective
