A star no longer, but a silver ribbon of light.
I look at it, and pass on.
[MY FIDIL IS SINGING]
My fidil is singing
Into the air;
The wind is stirring,
The moon is fair.
A shadow wanders
Along the road;
It stops to listen,
A star no longer, but a silver ribbon of light.
I look at it, and pass on.
My fidil is singing
Into the air;
The wind is stirring,
The moon is fair.
A shadow wanders
Along the road;
It stops to listen,