Dale Petley: MY MOTHER’S FIDDLE

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MY MOTHER’S FIDDLE

I have lived my life by rivers and there’s one thing that I know

Nothing lasts forever; time like a river flows

There are things you keep beside you as gifts of love and grace

Like my Mother’s fiddle and its plain old wooden case

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Nothing lasts forever but love will never die

Some things you keep beside you while the whole world passes by

The things that bring a smile to everybody’s face

Like my Mother’s fiddle and its plain old wooden case

My mother’s dear Aunt Ida left that fiddle with her love

And now she plays The St. Anne’s Reel in her home up above

She might play a waltz or two or else something upbeat

Ward Allen’s ‘Maple Sugar’ never sounded quite so sweet

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I drove to Nova Scotia and saw a piper playing proud

Greeting all the tourists; a friendly, happy crowd

When folks come near to visit, you know what should appear

A fiddler at the border saying “you’re all welcome here.”

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Dale Petley