Old-man fiddle |
| The door opens wide – every head turns round to stare |
| He steps inside with raindrops on his hair |
| A grey old man with legs a-limping, he finds himself a chair |
| Then he lifts a fiddle and bow with gentle care |
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| And just like sunlight out of the rain, old man fiddle's come to play again |
| And light this night up into flame |
| Just his dancing fiddling bow brings to life all sleepy toes |
| In this old heart till morning glows |
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| So kiss the blues goodbye |
| Let the mountain melody brighten the night and make the good times fly |
| Feet are dancing free in ragtime reverie |
| Pick up your lazy legs and give it a try |
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| We sang along into the dawn till our cares were just memories |
| Danced in time to country tunes |
| In some valley he lives free, where his notes ripen on the trees |
| Underneath the harvest moon |
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| So kiss the blues goodbye |
| Let the mountain melody brighten the night and make the good times fly |
| Feet are dancing free in ragtime reverie |
| Pick up your lazy legs and give it a try |
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| In the gentle falling rain, you could still hear the loving sound |
| That filled the night with memories |
| And when the skies are turning grey, bring him back here to play again |
| He'll waken blossoms on the trees |
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| So kiss the blues goodbye |
| Let the mountain melody brighten the night and make the good times fly |
| Feet are dancing free in ragtime reverie |
| Pick up your lazy legs and give it a try |
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Pihasoittajat
Arja Karlsson
Henrik Bergendahl
Hannu Karlsson
Seppo Sillanpää
From left to right: Seppo Sillanpää, Harry Lindahl, Kim Kuusi
