St. Annes Reel-Ensemble

[ti:Ballad Of St. Annes Reel] [ar:Folk Songs From Scotland] [al:Folk Songs From Scotland] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Ballad Of St. Annes Reel - Folk Songs From Scotland [00:02.45]Written by：D. Mallet [00:04.90]He was stranded in some tiny town [00:07.40]On fair prince edward isle [00:09.65]Awaitin' for a ship to come and find him [00:12.48] [00:13.77]A one horse place a friendly face [00:15.63]Some coffee and a tiny trace [00:18.10]Of fiddlin' in the distance far behind him [00:20.97] [00:22.53]A dime across the counter then [00:24.33]A shy hello a brand new friend [00:26.73]A walk along the street in the wintry weather [00:29.72] [00:30.50]A yellow light an open door [00:32.73]And a welcome friend there's room for more [00:35.47]And then they're standing there inside together [00:37.72] [00:38.56]He said I've heard that tune before somewhere [00:41.31]But I can't remember when [00:43.41]Was it on some other friendly shore [00:45.13]Or did I hear it on the wind [00:48.28] [00:48.90]Was it written on the sky above [00:50.90]I think I heard it from someone I loved [00:52.92]But I never heard it sound so sweet since then [00:55.98] [01:16.98]Now his feet begin to tap [01:18.85]A little boy says I'll take your hat [01:20.97]He's caught up in the magic of her smile [01:23.57] [01:25.07]And leap the heart inside him went [01:26.86]And off across the floor he sent [01:29.26]His clumsy body graceful as a child [01:32.19] [01:32.90]He said there's magic in the fiddler's arm [01:35.80]There's magic in this town [01:37.50]There's magic in the dancers' feet [01:39.98]And the way they put them down [01:42.07] [01:43.26]Smilin' people everywhere [01:45.62]Boots and ribbons locks of hair [01:47.60]And laughter and old blue suits and easter gowns [01:51.39] [02:11.14]Now the sailors' gone the room is bare [02:13.34]The old piano settin' there [02:15.44]Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack [02:18.09] [02:19.68]And empty chairs the wooden floor [02:21.58]That feels the touch of shoes no more [02:23.87]Awaitin' for the dancers to come back [02:26.42] [02:28.13]And the fiddle's in the closet [02:29.60]Of some daughter of the town [02:31.97]The strings are broke and the bow is gone [02:34.22]And the cover's buttoned down [02:36.50] [02:37.47]But sometimes on december nights [02:39.44]When the air is cold and the wind is right [02:41.93]There's a melody that passes through this town