A Fiddler versuri

Versuri Walter de la Mare – A Fiddler lyrics

Once was a fiddler. Play could he
Sweet as a bird in an almond tree;
Fingers and strings – they seemed to be
Matched in a secret conspiracy.
Up slid his bow, paused lingerly;
Music`s self was his witchery.

In his stooping face it was plain to see
How close to dream is a soul set free –
A half-found world;
And company.

His fiddle is broken,
Mute is he.
But a bird sings on in the almond tree.