He was standing in some tiny town in fair Prince Edward Island,
Waiting for a ship to come and find him.
A one-horse place, an empty space, some coffee and a tiny trace.
Fiddlin' in the distance far behind him.
A dime across the counter then a shy hello, a brand new friend
Walked along the street in the wintry weather.
A yellow light, an open door, a welcome friend, there's room for more!
Soon they're standing there beside together.
He said I've heard that tune before somewhere but I can't remember when.
Was it written on some other friendly shore or did I hear it on the wind?
Was it written on the stars above? I think I heard it from someone I loved,
But I never heard it sound so sweet since then.
Well how his feet begin to tap! A little boy says, “I'll take your hat.”
He's caught up in the magic of his smile.
How it leaps the heart inside of him as off across the floor he sent
His clumsy body graceful as a child.
He said there's magic in the fiddler's arms. There's magic in this town.
There's magic in the dancers' feet and the way they put them down.
Smiling faces everywhere, boots and ribbons and locks of hair
Laughter and old blue suits and Easter gowns.
Well the sailor’s gone, the room is bare, the old piano’s sitting there.
Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack
An empty room, an empty floor that feels the taps of shoes no more,
Waiting for the dancers to come back.
And the fiddle's in the closet of some daughter of the town.
The strings are broke and the bow is bent and the case is buttoned down.
Well often on December nights, when the air is cold and the wind is right,
The melody comes passing through this town.
Lyrics: David Mallett
Arrangement: Madd Paddy