Song Description

A great and wealthy Fiddle player busking on the street for the poor

Lyrics

AS I RAMBLED IN THROUGH GALWAY CITY
IN A WORLD OF MY OWN DOWN BY THE QUAY.
I CAME ACOSS A STRANGE OLD MAN
PLAYING HIS FIDDLE I BECAME A FAN

HE PLAYED THAT FIDDLE AS NO MAN COULD
HE BOWED OUT TUNES AND WAS COVERED IN MUD
I WONDERED WHY HE WAS STANDING THERE
BEGGING FOR MONEY-IT DIN`NT LOOK FAIR

CHORUS 1
I APPROACHED THIS MAN WITH SUCH GREAT CARE
WITH THE QUESTION IN MIND IF I SO DARE
HE SMILED TOWARDS ME AS I LOOKED AT HIM
AND I KNEW IN MY HEART-HE`S LIFE WAS NOT DIM.

I ASKED HIM WHY WAS A BRILLIANT MUSICIAN
WAS HERE ON THE STREET WITH ALL OTHER MEN
HE EPLIED SO KINDLY I`M HERE FOR THE POOR
FOR I LIVE IN FINE SPLENDOR WAY OUT IN RENMORE

I WONDERED WHERE HE HAD LEARNED TO PLAY
WITH SUCH COMPASSION I DO HAVE TO SAY
I HAD SEEN FINE FIDDLERS BUT NEVER BEFORE
HAD I HEARD FINE MUSIC RIGHT FROM THE CORE

CHORUS 2
HE SAID HE HAD LEARNT FROM THE BIRDS IN THE SKY
THEIR SONGS EACH MORN HE`D PLAY TILL HE DIE
HE LEARNT TO LISTEN TO THE BREEZE THROUGH THE HEATHER
AND PLAY TO ITS WHISTLING IN ALL TYPES OF WEATHER

EACH NOTE HE`D PLAY THE BIRDS WOULD TWEET
AND CROWDS OF PEOPLE GATHERED IN THE STREET
JUST TO HEAR HIM PLAY THEM OLD TIME REELS
HIS LOVE FOR MUSICS HAS BEEN REVEALED

AS I LEFT THAT OLD MAN I THANKED HIM SO MUCH
FOR DEEP INSIDE MY HEART HE DID TOUCH
A MAN WITHOUT WANT JUST HELPING THE POOR
A LESSON I LEARNT THATS A GREAT THING FOR SURE

CHORUS 3

HE SAID HE HAD LEARNT FROM THE BIRDS IN THE SKY
THEIR SONGS EACH MORN HE`D PLAY TILL HE DIE
HE LEARNT TO LISTEN TO THE BREEZE THROUGH THE HEATHER
AND PLAY TO ITS WHISTLING IN ALL TYPES OF WEATHER