He was stranded on a tiny town on fair Prince Edward island
waiting for a ship to come and find him.
A one horse place, a friendly face, some coffee
and a tiny trace of fiddling in the distance far behind him.
And a dime across the counter then, shy hello my brandnew friend,
a walk along the street in wintry weather.
A yellow light, an open door and a welcome friend, there's room for more
and then they're standin' there inside together.
Chorus: He said: „I've heard that tune before somewhere, but I can't remember when
Was it on some other friendly shore, that I heared it in the wind?
Was it written on the sky above? I think I heared it from someone I love
but I never heared a tune so sweet since then.“
And now his feet begin to tap and a little boy says „I'll take your hat“
and he's caught up in the magic of her smile
and leap the heart within a whens?
Went off, across the floor he sent, his clumsy body graceful as a child
Chorus: He said there's magic in the fiddler's and there's magic in this town,
there's magic in the dancer's feet and the way they put them down.
The people smile and everywhere boots and ribbons, locks of hair
and laugther, all blue suits in easter Down
The sailor's gone, the room is bare, the old piano sitting there,
someone's hat's left hanging on the rag.
The empty chairs, the wooden floor, that feels the touch of shoes no more
and a waiting for the dancers to come back.
Chorus: And the fiddler's on the floor are of some daughter of this town,
the strings are broke and the bow is gone and the cover's bottom down.
But sometimes on december nights, when the air is cold and the winds are fright
there's a melody that passes through the town.