The enchanted fiddle

I come out of the west with the fiddle

I stole from a Genoese ship;

Lord! that was a treasure I captured

When I gave the stranger the slip!

I saw in the flower of the morning

The folk coming up to pray

O! little they'd mind their sins

If my bow were to have its way.

For I could lead them above the clouds

And jewelled oceans of air,

And I'd fiddle a golden laughter

Till the Lord Himself would stare

While the stars swing round in a measure

Never was heard before

And the blessed saints go whirling

Over heavens fiery floor.

Yet earth too was made for laughter

Be it night or dawn or day

And since its a long road to heaven,

We'll dance ev'ry mile of the way.