The Old Fiddler

Please, play for me one of your songs, The strings to cry in your hands, I have no gold, I’ll give you wine, My coat and all that’s mine. Please, play for me one of your songs, Please use your old guitar, Old fiddler please, I want to hear, The music through my tear. Please, play for me, play from your heart, The story of my love, To shoot my longing for a day, and happy fly away. Please, let me stay next to my cup, To drink my pain, my sorrow, I have no home I have no friends, Today my journey ends. Please, let me stay in this dark pub, To hear the silence crying, To drink, to cry, but no regret, My love, I won’t forget.