The Gypsy Fiddler
He's a gypsy fiddler!
Fiddlin' through the day...
Play in' all around the town,
just for a little pay.
The gypsy, he's a dreamer,
so down the road he goes...
Livin' for his music,
thinking of a rose.
A rose that he may hold one day,
but not for now, he has to pay...
attention to the things he'll play,
as he goes on his way...
The fiddler, he's a gambler,
He gambles with his pay.
And then he plays his music...
and he plays it all, his way!
His way, or the highway,
that's how he'll play his part.
FIdlin' with his music...
In time, within his art.
September 16, 2013
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