This song was first released on the Autograph album. It is the only album it has been released on.
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He was stranded in some tiny town
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On fair Prince Edward Isle
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Awaitin¡¯ for a ship to come and find him
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A one-horse place, a friendly face
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Some coffee and a tiny trace
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Of fiddlin¡¯ in the distance far behind him
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A dime across the counter then
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A shy hello, a brand new friend
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A walk along the street in the wintry weather
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A yellow light, an open door
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And a welcome friend, there¡¯s room for more
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And then they¡¯re standing there inside together
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He said I¡¯ve heard that tune before somewhere
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But I can¡¯t remember when
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Was it on some other friendly shore
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Or did I hear it on the wind
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Was it written on the sky above
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I think I heard it from someone I loved
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But I never heard it sound so sweet since then
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Now his feet begin to tap
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A little boy says I¡¯ll take your hat
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He¡¯s caught up in the magic of her smile
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And leap the heart inside him went
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And off across the floor he sent
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His clumsy body graceful as a child
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He said there¡¯s magic in the fiddler¡¯s arm
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There¡¯s magic in this town
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There¡¯s magic in the dancers¡¯ feet
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And the way they put them down
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People smilin¡¯ everywhere
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Boots and ribbons, locks of hair
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And laughter and old blue suits and easter gowns
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Now the sailors¡¯ gone, the room is bare
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The old piano settin¡¯ there
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Someone¡¯s hat¡¯s left hanging on the rack
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And empty chairs, the wooden floor
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That feels the touch of shoes no more
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Awaitin¡¯ for the dancers to come back
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And the fiddle¡¯s in the closet
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Of some daughter of the town
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The strings are broke and the bow is gone
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And the cover¡¯s buttoned down
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But sometimes on December nights
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When the air is cold and the wind is right
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There¡¯s a melody that passes through this town
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Words and Music by David Mallett
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The Ballad of St. Anne¡¯s Reel
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| John Denver |
