Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ballad of St. Anne's Reel, artist - The Dubliners.
Date of issue: 02.03.2014
Song language: English
The Ballad of St. Anne's Reel |
He was stranded in some tiny town |
On fair Prince Edward Isle |
Awaitin' for a ship to come and find him |
A one-horse place, a friendly face |
Some coffee and a tiny trace |
Of fiddlin' in the distance far behind him |
A dime across the counter then |
A shy hello, a brand new friend |
A walk along the street in the wintry weather |
A yellow light, an open door |
And a welcome friend, there’s room for more |
And then they’re standing there inside together |
He said I’ve heard that tune before somewhere |
But I can’t remember when |
Was it on some other friendly shore |
Or did I hear it on the wind |
Was it written on the sky above |
I think I heard it from someone I loved |
But I never heard it sound so sweet since then |
Now his feet begin to tap |
A little boy says I’ll take your hat |
He’s caught up in the magic of her smile |
And leap the heart inside him went |
And off across the floor he sent |
His clumsy body graceful as a child |
He said there’s magic in the fiddler’s arm |
There’s magic in this town |
There’s magic in the dancers' feet |
And the way they put them down |
People smilin' everywhere |
Boots and ribbons, locks of hair |
And laughter and old blue suits and easter gowns |
Now the sailors' gone, the room is bare |
The old piano settin' there |
Someone’s hat’s left hanging on the rack |
And empty chairs, the wooden floor |
That feels the touch of shoes no more |
Awaitin' for the dancers to come back |
And the fiddle’s in the closet |
Of some daughter of the town |
The strings are broke and the bow is gone |
And the cover’s buttoned down |
But sometimes on December nights |
When the air is cold and the wind is right |
There’s a melody that passes through this town |