Beth DeSombre: Music

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Fiddle Player

In the dusty wood-floored room that just before was silent
The music echoes from the walls; the dancing has begun
You play the fiddle in the band that leads us in the dance
You call the squares and figures, but you never get a chance to join the fun

So fiddle player, will you dance with me?
We’ll dance through all the turns and spins your fiddle taught to me
Around the wooden dance floor where everyone can see
Fiddle player, will you dance the last waltz with me?

I see you every week at the dances making music
Alone with the musicians, until the dancing ends
I know you love to play for us and all the while it’s plain
That you’re dancing with your fiddle, but it’s really not the same as with a friend

So fiddle player, will you dance with me?
We’ll dance through all the turns and spins your fiddle taught to me
Around the wooden dance floor where everyone can see
Fiddle player, will you dance the last waltz with me?

They say you need to play the tunes so all of us can dance
But we’ll put on a record; there’s no need for you to call
You’ve played for us all evening so now lay your fiddle down
And we’ll go waltzing through the night, around the dusty hall

And fiddle player, will you dance with me?
We’ll dance through all the turns and spins your fiddle taught to me
Around the wooden dance floor where everyone can see
Fiddle player, will you dance the last waltz with me?


© Beth DeSombr