Let the Gypsy Fiddler Play
Let the Gypsy Fiddler play
a haunting melody
as we race blindly, through this life,
toward what is meant to be.
Let his fingers touch the strings,
his arm, control the bow,
as we seek love and happiness
in a world that tells us, "No".
So, play you Gypsy Fiddler!
Play with all your heart!
The echo of your melody
gave this love its start.
And when your song is over --
when you no longer play --
we'll have to pay the fiddler
and go our separate way.
The Gypsy Fiddler found us
a little bit too late.
But the way he played upon our hearts
was destiny, or fate.
He's in the final chorus now,
he'll soon complete the song.
Then we'll be called to live again
in a world we don't belong.
So, play you Gypsy Fiddler!
Play with all your heart!
The echo of your melody
gave this love its start.
And when your song is over --
when you no longer play --
we'll have to pay the fiddler
and go our separate way.
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