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24 Mar 14 - 01:50 AM (#3612248) Subject: Lyr Req: The Crossroads Fiddle From: GUEST,Darlodave Looking for the lyrics re the above song by Andy Sugden. |
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24 Mar 14 - 12:57 PM (#3612408) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Crossroads Fiddle (Andy Sugden) From: GUEST https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewIirSzJEZo That should help. |
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25 Mar 14 - 02:43 AM (#3612556) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Crossroads Fiddle (Andy Sugden) From: GUEST,Darlodave I've played this but still some of the words hard to decify, need the lyrics pls. |
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25 Mar 14 - 07:10 AM (#3612602) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Crossroads Fiddle (Andy Sugden) From: Sugwash Hi Darlodave Here you go, mostly from memory: The Crossroads Fiddle Oh the fiddle had lain in a dusty old shop A shop that he'd not seen before In a village he'd lived in and once held so dear In a dale on the edge of the moor The bloke in the shop seemed reluctant to sell But they'd struck a bargain that day The price that he'd paid, he thought fair enough Not knowing what some day he'd pay He wanted the fiddle for his daughter in at school She was living in Leeds with her mum The wife who had left him when his farm finally failed The loss of it all left him numb He'd had to start work at a store in the town Pushing trollies to try make ends meet And it was a struggle to save the few pounds To buy his young daughter a treat Chorus: The fiddle was made of a dark, dark wood There were memories depp in its grain And those memories stirred when the fiddle was played And its voice could sing out once again Its voice could sing out once again But his daughter dismissed it, "That dusty old thing!" With a look of such utter disdain She'd her eye on a new one in a shop up in Leeds Then he knew that he's failed once again And later, as he sat with the fiddle on his knees And he felt the tears start to come Whilst he thought how his life had fallen apart He plucked at a string with his thumb He plucked again and again at the strings Felt something stir deep within And before very long he'd picked up the bow And the fiddle was under his chin Well at first the tone was scratchy and thin But he played on with scarcely a thought By the time that the moon was full in the sky He played tunes that he'd never been taught Ch. As the weeks turned to months his skill grew more 'Til the fiddle took over his life And he often played on instead of going to work Lost his job and contact with his daughter and wife The bills quickly mounted, the rent went unpaid As he stamped out the beat with his feet Then the bailiffs danced in and waltzed out his possessions And he found himself out on the street So now he was living the life of a tramp Roaming lanes and sleeping rough on the street Sometimes he could find a meal in a bin, More often he'd nothing to eat Well he once tried his hand at the busking But he found the tunes just wouldn't play The townsfolk said he was bad for business Their anger it drove him away Ch. He found himself back in the village Where he bought the fiddle so long ago He was sicky and weak and nearing starvation He was nearing the die's final throw Well he'd have to sell back the old fiddle Though the thought of it gave him such pain But the shop it had gone, just a dark empty shell And he stood and he stared in the rain There's some crossroad sat ner a village On a moor above a high dale Some say that evil it dwells there Oh and some that it's just an old tale They discovered the body of a tramp there one morning His hand clasped an old fiddle bow Yet no fiddle was found at the crossroads Although they searched high and low. Cheers Andy Sugden |
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25 Mar 14 - 07:17 AM (#3612605) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Crossroads Fiddle (Andy Sugden) From: GUEST,Darlodave Many thanks Andy, the song really catches my imagination. |