Music and Dancing: The Fiddler and the Dance

When he appears, there's no one knows just when,
Joyful music resounds throughout the glen.

Frivolity, the order of the day;
It's time to dance and yes, it's time to play,

In the distance, a fiddle soon is heard;
Music and dancing, children spread the word.

Come join the dancing; his music invites
Both young and old to share in its delights.

A campfire lit, the people gather round;
Every soul enticed by the happy sound.

Barefoot or sandals, dancing feet will say,
All caught up in the music of the day.

The old men with their bottles of sweet wine,
Women with children bring fresh loaves, so fine.

Fiddler's music, like rhythms of the tide;
Toils of the workday world are cast aside.

For the weary, a way to find release.
The eve wears on. The music does not cease;

So soft and sweet, it speaks to young and old,
Each heart to warm; there's not a one grows cold.

Faster and faster, the music will play,
The fiddler delights as ladies' skirts sway.

Tireless, he plays until the wee hours;
Never a single violin note sours.

One song, another, and yet even more;
There's no sheet music, no, not e'en a score.

Then silence reigns and the fiddler is gone
Before the sun awakens its sweet dawn.

He is a gypsy, no one turns him down;
His horse and wagon, the talk of the town.

No, a leprechaun, others oft insist,
Who disappears, as quickly as the mist.

But he'll be back with some fiddle tunes new,
And if you're lucky, he'll fix your old shoe.

A fiddler, not a cobbler, gypsy dance;
So toss him a coin when you get a chance.

A mysterious fiddler comes to town.