The Enchanted Fiddle

Lyrics

I come out of the west with the fiddle I stole from a Genoese ship; Lord! that was a treasure I captured When I gave the stranger the slip! I saw in the flower of the morning The folk coming up to pray O! little they'd mind their sins If my bow were to have its way For I could lead them above the clouds And jewelled oceans of air And I'd fiddle a golden laughter Till the Lord Himself would stare While the stars swing round in a measure Never was heard before And the blessed saints go whirling Over heavens fiery floor Yet earth too was made for laughter Be it night or dawn or day And since its a long road to heaven We'll dance ev'ry mile of the way