Letra de The Mad Fiddler
Not from the northern road Not from the southern way First his wild music flowed Into the village that dayHe suddenly was in the lane The people came out to hear He suddenly went, and in vain Their hopes wished him to appearHis music strange did fret Each heart to wish't was free It was not a melody, yet It was not no melodySomewhere far away Somewhere far outside Being forced to live They felt this tune repliedReplied to that longing All have in their breasts The lost sense belonging To forgotten questsThe happy wife now knew That she had married ill The glad fond lover grew Weary of loving stillThe maid and boy felt glad That they had dreaming only The lone hearts that were sad Felt somewhere less lonelyIn each soul woke the flower Whose touch leaves earthless dust The soul's husband's first hour The thing completing usThe shadow that comes to bless From kissed depths unexpressed The luminous restlessness That is better than restAs he came, he went They felt him but half-be Then he was quietly blent With silence and memorySleep left again their laughter They tranced hope ceased to last And but a small time after They knew not he had passedYet when the sorrow of living Because life is not willed Comes back in dreams' hours, giving A sense of life being chilledSuddenly each remembers It glows life a coming moon On where their dream-life embers The mad fiddler's tune