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THE FIDDLER When the fiddler has played his last tune for the night The singer has sung his last song The mandolins and guitars and banjos are quiet The loud noisy crowd has gone on cho: There's nothing as quiet as a night without music As dark as a night with no stars There's nothing as lonesome as a cold lonely room And wonderin' all night where you are As we walked together the music was playing Whispering, soft, through the trees With my arms around you I whispered "I love you" The words seemed to float on the breeze Now the fiddler has played his last tune for the night The singer has sung his last song The mandolins and guitars and banjos are quiet Like the music, sweetheart, you are gone @music filename[ FIDDLER DP oct97 |
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