As Years Go By

In the “Long Room” my fiddle lays-
Sleeping the hours away-
And no one ever cares at all-
They are GLAD when I don’t play!

But I and my fiddle don’t really care-
He sings for me alone-
When twilight falls across the west,
And we dream of the Old Lost Home!

Swannie River, and Moonlit Bay,
And…Jeannie With Light Brown Hair!
That NEVER TURNS TO GRAY-
They are all out there with my fiddle today-
As it SLEEPS THE YEARS AWAY!

But my RED FIDDLE is getting old-
It is almost as old as I-
And the other one, that shines like gold,
With the singing strings that cry!

BUT TODAY THEY BOTH WERE YOUNG AGAIN!
the the bows were thin and old-
Did I tell you one is the SOFTEST RED?
And the other…the color of gold!

Swannie River and MOONLIT BAY-
And JEANNIE WITH LIGHT BROWN HAIR!
Are never forgotten, as years go by-
And my two old fiddles are there.