The Fiddler by June Tabor
The Fiddler by June Tabor

The Fiddler

June Tabor * Track #4 On Aleyn

The Fiddler Lyrics

The fiddler's fingers bend upon the soundboard
As steady as the hand that draws the bow
The silence before horsehair hits 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 hits the cat gut
Is the quiet of a heavy fall of snow

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