The Fiddler's Tale
He was a little guy and he was a little shy
And he fiddled 'till his fiddle was burning
Sparks and smoke with every stroke
When he played the world stopped turning
There was fear in town when they heard the sound
People swore the devil was playing
Shutters were locked and doors were blocked
And kids were told to stay in
A scared old man with a shaky hand
Said the fiddler must be banished
If we don't this town will burn to the ground
Into nothing we will vanish
That night on the square every man was there
They knew what had to happen
Three-pronged forks and the blessing of the lord
And bludgeons were their weapons
On the edge of town the fiddler was found
And silently surrounded
The lord was praised as sticks were raised
To finish off the hounded
A gentle breeze made the old man sneeze
And the fiddler jumped up off his knees
He faced the crowd and he spoke out loud
I'll prove I'm not what you're on about
He jumped up a tree so they all could see
Dancing shoes at the fiddler's feet
And a farmer knows at the devil's paws
There ain't no heels or toes
In the light of the moon he played his tune
While he clicked his toes and heels
Kickin' his feet at lightning speed
As he fiddled his jigs and reels
He was a little guy and he was a little shy
And he fiddled his fiddle on fire
With a tune and a dance and an audience
Has never been more excited
La historia del violinista
Era un tipo pequeño y un poco tímido
Y tocaba su violín hasta que ardía
Chispas y humo con cada arco
Cuando tocaba, el mundo dejaba de girar
En el pueblo reinaba el miedo al escuchar el sonido
La gente juraba que el diablo estaba tocando
Las persianas estaban cerradas y las puertas bloqueadas
Y a los niños se les decía que se quedaran adentro
Un anciano asustado con mano temblorosa
Dijo que el violinista debía ser desterrado
Si no lo hacemos, este pueblo arderá hasta el suelo
Y desapareceremos por completo
Esa noche en la plaza, todos los hombres estaban allí
Sabían lo que debía suceder
Tridentes y la bendición del señor
Y garrotes eran sus armas
En el borde del pueblo encontraron al violinista
Y lo rodearon en silencio
El señor fue alabado mientras los palos se alzaban
Para acabar con el perseguido
Una brisa suave hizo estornudar al anciano
Y el violinista saltó de rodillas
Se enfrentó a la multitud y habló en voz alta
Demostraré que no soy lo que piensan
Saltó a un árbol para que todos pudieran ver
Zapatos de baile en los pies del violinista
Y un granjero sabe que en las patas del diablo
No hay talones ni dedos
A la luz de la luna tocó su melodía
Mientras chasqueaba los dedos y los talones
Moviendo los pies a gran velocidad
Mientras tocaba sus jigs y reels
Era un tipo pequeño y un poco tímido
Y tocaba su violín en llamas
Con una melodía, un baile y una audiencia
Nunca había estado tan emocionada