Fine Old Fiddle
He had a fine old fiddle
That he knew how to play
He had people around him
Who was carried away
And his life made sense
So simple and fine
With a mission so clear
Rooted in his mind
That is hard to find
There's a man I knew
No ordinary man
But one among the few
I didn't know him well
Though a long time gone
I've got his story I can tell
No shred of doubt
When he laid his head
What life was all about
Whatever people said
He had a fine old fiddle
That he knew how to play
He had people around him
Who was carried away
And his life made sense
So simple and fine
With a mission so clear
Rooted in his mind
That is hard to find
Well he got real old
His fingers ached and hurt
Uh but the stories that he told
Everyone could hear
From his cabin by the sea
Tales of very far and near
He was all content
His heart upon his sleeve
This place he loved so well
Made him never want to leave
He had a fine old fiddle
That he knew how to play
He had people around him
Who was carried away
And his life made sense
So simple and fine
With a mission so clear
Rooted in his mind
That is hard to find
He had a fine old fiddle
So simple and fine
He had a fine old fiddle
So simple and fine
He had a fine old fiddle
That he knew how to play
He had people around him
Who was carried away
And his life made sense
So simple and fine
With a mission so clear
Rooted in his mind
That is hard to find
There's a man I knew
No ordinary man
But one among the few
I didn't know him well
Though a long time gone
I've got his story I can tell
No shred of doubt
When he laid his head
What life was all about
Whatever people said
He had a fine old fiddle
That he knew how to play
He had people around him
Who was carried away
And his life made sense
So simple and fine
With a mission so clear
Rooted in his mind
That is hard to find
Well he got real old
His fingers ached and hurt
Uh but the stories that he told
Everyone could hear
From his cabin by the sea
Tales of very far and near
He was all content
His heart upon his sleeve
This place he loved so well
Made him never want to leave
He had a fine old fiddle
That he knew how to play
He had people around him
Who was carried away
And his life made sense
So simple and fine
With a mission so clear
Rooted in his mind
That is hard to find
He had a fine old fiddle
So simple and fine
He had a fine old fiddle
So simple and fine
He had a fine old fiddle
Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Pedersen, Isabelle Nanna Larsen, Soren Bomholt Jacobsen
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