Dad’s Old Fiddle

There's two nails in the wall above the door in the hall
Where dad's old fiddle hung for twenty years
I recall as just a boy how my heart would beat with joy
When daddy would play the song I loved to hear
And daddy would play.

Daddy never left us any will telling us what he'd give
But everybody knew his fiddle was mine
But the fiddle was all he left so I had to teach myself
And I bet I played his song a million times
And I would play.

Well, if dad could see me now oh I know that he'd be proud
To hear his old fiddle played once again
But maybe it won't be long till I join him in his song
And together we'll play this song once again
And then we'll play.

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(Give me that plenty of that guitar.) But I've been traveling on a boat and a plane In a car on a bike with a bus and a train Traveling there, traveling here Everywhere

День минає, ніч минає, Що було те забуваю. Я сідаю в свій літак, Лечу в небо, як той птах. Вільний птах в бажаннях, мріях, Без відзнак своїх на крилах, А друг кращий то є небо. Ну а

Baby, it’s alright Somehow we’re gonna get to the bottom of this If it takes us all night We’ll work it till we find that something that fits Come on, let me kiss and

He opens his eyes falls in love at first sight With the girl in the doorway What beautiful lines and how full of life After thousands of years what a face to wake

Город серых витрин. Он один стоит между льдинами… Город тусклых огней. Светил всё сильней. Хотел, чтоб его увидели… Снег скроет дома. Я там одна. И тишина крадётся… Ночь, ты мне как сестра. И мы до утра С тобой опять сольёмся… (х3) Может!