June Tabor - The Fiddler lyrics
[June Tabor - The Fiddler lyrics]
The fiddler's fingers bend
Upon the soundboard
As steady as the hand that draws the bow
The silence before horsehair hit's
The cat gut
Is the quiet of a heavy fall of snow
'I remember Driscole's shanty'
Says the fiddler
'the sound of seaboots on the wooden floor
As we played the wind turned round a quarter
And morning found them far
From Scotland's shore'
Their faces are all hid behind the quavers
A thin veneer to paper up the cracks
Breaks like crazing on the varnish
Forgetfulness is what my memory lacks
The fiddler's fingers bend
Upon the soundboard
As steady as the hand that draws the bow
The silence before horsehair hit's
The cat gut
Is the quiet of a heavy fall of snow
Upon the soundboard
As steady as the hand that draws the bow
The silence before horsehair hit's
The cat gut
Is the quiet of a heavy fall of snow
'I remember Driscole's shanty'
Says the fiddler
'the sound of seaboots on the wooden floor
As we played the wind turned round a quarter
And morning found them far
From Scotland's shore'
Their faces are all hid behind the quavers
A thin veneer to paper up the cracks
Breaks like crazing on the varnish
Forgetfulness is what my memory lacks
The fiddler's fingers bend
Upon the soundboard
As steady as the hand that draws the bow
The silence before horsehair hit's
The cat gut
Is the quiet of a heavy fall of snow
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