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MUSIC'S THE VERY BEST THING When I was a young lad just barely thirteen The fiddle I learned how to play I'd bring it to sessions in houses and pubs And the old men would soon let me stay Even shared A few tunes on the way Now my fiddle had come from an uncle who'd died It was years since the strings were all new And the bow had the shape of a tinker's old horse With most of the hair missing too But it played And the tuning was true cho: And I'll never forget in my longest of years The feeling that music could bring God made women and whiskey and little white lambs But music's the very best thing of them all Yes, music's the very best thing! In my travelling time I learned hundreds of tunes Maybe one out of ten with a name My fingers were strong and the strings mostly new But the old tinker's bow was the same Always ready To take all the blame When the old men passed on, There'd be tears at the wake Mourning too for the tunes that had died We had learned what they let us And asked them for more But the best ones they kept deep inside Near the heart Never sharing their pride But for each who departs, there's another arrived Who receives all the gifts handed down >From young men and old, and the good ladies too In city and county and town - May they live In fame and renown! May God keep us safe, and our music tonight Be a prayer that he'll grant to us all That some bright happy day we're together again At a session in Heaven's best hall Lots of room For the great and the small! c 1991 Sunphone Ltd. @music filename[ MUSCBEST Z oct97 |
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