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Granddads Fiddle (For my Pop)

My grand-father came

from a land so far away.

The family struggles shared by many too…

But his father kept them true,

by a craft known by so few,

to keep his young boys hearts on what was right.

A fine fiddle he did whittle,

back then it seemed like little,

But their fiddles kept them boys above the bar…

And they’d fiddle day by day

Cheering all that heard them play,

That fiddle kept my Granddad from the fight.

(Chorus)

Ring, ring fiddle strings,

Your sound resonates within my heart.

Made us laugh and made us sing,

Your music it did bring

a happy memory sittin’ deep within my heart.

He would laugh and he would strum,

And make that fiddle rightly hum,

and to others cause a tear to drop from eye…

They would clap and tap their toes,

wipe their eyes and blow their nose!

My granddad knew just how to reach the soul inside.

Then Father Time took him aside,

and slowed down that burly ride,

his family he’d then begin to teach…

We would sit and we would sing,

and the melodies would ring upon our hearts,

it was for us, his songs would reach.

Ring, ring fiddle strings,

Your sound resonates within my heart.

Made us laugh and made us sing,

Your music it did bring

a happy memory sittin’ deep within my heart.

Now that fiddle is at rest,

and the tunes that were his best,

have faded like a dream from far away…

But those melodies still ring,

throughout my heart and make me sing,

What I’d give to hear my granddad play today!

Ring, ring fiddle strings,

Your sound resonates within my heart.

Made us laugh and made us sing,

Your music it did bring

a happy memory sittin’ deep within my heart.

© Hillary Humberson 1/2016

 

Castle Rock, CO, USA

©2018 BY HILLARY HUMBERSON.