GETTING DARK AGAIN
(Words and music by T. R. "Buddy" MacDonald)

There's a piper in the corner. There's a dancer on the floor.
There's a drink upon the table. There's one who calls for more,
And there's Gaelic in the fiddle like the Gaelic in the glen,
And the songs take on new meaning, boys. She's getting dark again.

Getting dark again, getting dark again,
For the second time since we got up, it's getting dark again.

There was tea and tunes this morning--or was it yesterday?--
When friends and fiddles gathered and friends and fiddles play.
There were lots of "Those were good times" and "Do you remember when--?"
But that was jigs and reels ago. Now it's getting dark again.

Getting dark again, getting dark again,
For the second time since we got up, it's getting dark again.

Now if any of you are slighted by the deeds that now are done,
By the fellowship of music and the fantasy of fun,
Well, we'd like to say we're sorry, shed a tear for you, but then,
We haven't got the time right now 'cause it's getting dark again.

Getting dark again, getting dark again,
For the second time since we got up, it's getting dark again.

There's a piper in the corner. There's a dancer on the floor.
There's a drink upon the table. There's one who calls for more,
And there's Gaelic in the fiddle like the Gaelic in the glen,
And the songs take on new meaning, boys. She's getting dark again.

Getting dark again, getting dark again,
For the second time since we got up, it's getting dark again.

Getting dark again, getting dark again,
For the second time since we got up, it's getting dark again.

And the songs take on new meaning, boys. She's getting dark again.