Ballad Of St Anne's Reel
David Mallett

He was stranded in some 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 fiddlin' in the distance far behind him 

A dime across the counter then, a shy hello, a brand new friend 
A walk along the street in the wintry weather 
A yellow light, an open door, a "Welcome friend, there's room for more" 
Soon they're standing there inside together 

He said "I've heard that tune before somewhere but I can't remember when 
Was it on some other friendly shore, did I hear it on the wind 
Was it written on the sky above, I think I heard it from someone I love 
But I never heard it sound so sweet since then 

How his feet begin to tap, a little boy says "I'll take your hat" 
He's caught up in the magic of his smile 
Then leaps the heart inside him when and off across the floor he sends 
His clumsy body, graceful as a child 

He said "There's magic in the fiddler's arms and there's magic in this town 
There's magic in the dancers' feet and the way they put them down 
Smiling people everywhere, boots and ribbons and locks of hair 
Laughter and old blue suits and Easter gowns" 

The sailor's gone, the room is bare, the old piano's sitting there 
Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack 
Some empty chairs, the wooden floor that feels the touch of shoes no more 
Waiting for the dancers to come back 

And the fiddle's in the closet of some daughter of the town 
Strings are broke and the bow is gone and the case is buttoned down 
But often on December nights when the air is cold and the wind is right 
There's a melody comes passing through this town

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