THE LONGFORD LAD
One stormy night in Magalluf, it rained and rained it rained all day
By half past ten we'd had enough, time to call it all a day
Then we heard some music playing, the sweet sound of a violin
So our footsteps started straying, to the magic bar that he played in.
As we stumbled through the doorway, he clocked us with a cheerful grin
As we walked across the floorway, the strangest thing was happening
For our feet then started tapping, we didn't know quite what to think
And then our hands just started clapping before we settled down to drink
Glory Glory Hallelujah, sha la la la la la la lay
Doobee doobee doobee dooya, ole ole ole ole
Glory Glory Hallelujah, sha la la la la la lay
Doobee doobee doobee dooya, ole ole ole ole
He played fast then played it faster as people twirled around the floor
Louder than a ghetto blaster, the crowd all hollered out for more
So we got up and started dancing, we thought we'd dance the night away
The rhythms there were so entrancing, when we saw Mick the Fiddler play.
Then he sat somber at the piano and sang the songs of deepest blue
Spellbound we sat mano a mano musing on heartaches he'd been through
He played those notes so soft and gentle, passion bleeding from his heart
And bared his soul so sentimental on a world that once was torn apart
Glory Glory Hallelujah, sha la la la la la lay
Doobee doobee doobee dooya, ole ole ole ole
Glory glory Hallelujah sha la la la la la lay
Doobee doobee doobee dooya, ole, ole, ole, ole.
Then he's back he's up there jumping, his fiddling fast with Irish fire
So we're up jiving, hearts a -pumping as the tempo rises higher
He sang of joy he sang of sorrow this happy melancholy man
He said don't think about tomorrow enjoy your pleasures while you can
It's many years now since I met him but he's forever in my mind
I sure as hell cannot forget him or that sweet girl I left behind
In our lives we all hear music sometimes it's good sometimes it's bad
Ain't never heard anything like this, perfection from The Longford lad.
Glory glory Hallelujah, shalla lalla lalla lay
Doobee doobee doobee dooya Ole ole ole ole .
TO HEAR ME SING THIS.
GO ON TO YOUTUBE.
MICK THE FIDDLER, LOUIS SPENCE
THANK YOU.
Copyright © Louis Spence | Year Posted 2020
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