Old Blind Fiddler

When I was just a kid I'd go to town on Saturday

And on the street I'd listen to the old blind fiddler play

He was close to no one though his life was almost gone

But to me he was my friend and always played such pretty song

People dropped their nickels in his cup as they walked by

Sometimes he would play so sad yet I just have to cry

And one day I went to town to hear the old man play

But he was gone and someone said the old man passe away

I can still hear him playing

[ fiddle ]

And when people stop to listen

He would say God walked beside you all the way

And I'd listen to the old blind fiddler play

A week or so ago one night I had the strangest dream

I dreamed I went to heaven and I heard a million strings

A standing there I heard the music blow from heaven sky

And for the first time in my life I saw the color of his eyes

And I can still hear them playing

[ fiddle ]

And he shook my hand and he told me

Son I knew we'd meet again some day

And once again I heard the old blind fiddler play