The Forgotten Fiddle

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The Forgotten Fiddle


As I sat for months you see

And people stared and stood

Not knowing what a sound could be made

From oh such beautiful wood.

Old and tattered, that's how I looked

As many stood gazing down

At a body battered and badly worn

A beauty about to die

Oh! Little did those people know

The life that I have seen

Many wars survived, yet still alive

Only seeking a soul to free

And then one day a man came along

My beauty caught his eye

And he knew just how he could revive

A soul that was crying loud

A bridge, some strings, and a horsehair bow

Would bring me back a smile

Not seen in twenty years or so

And I had come alive.



Maurice Lennon

June 2005