He said, "There's magic in the fiddler's arm, there's magic in this town
Awaiting for the dancers to come back
He said, "I've heard that tune before somewhere, but I can't remember when
But sometimes on December nights
His clumsy body graceful as a child
Was it on some other friendly shore or did I hear it on the wind?
A dime across the counter, then a shy hello, a brand new friend
And leap the heart inside him went, and off across the floor he sent
When the air is cold and the wind is right
Now the sailor's gone, the room is bare, the old piano's sitting there
And laughter and old blue suits and Easter gowns"
But I never heard it sound so sweet since then"
Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack
Of fiddling in the distance far behind him
And empty chairs, the wooden floor that feels the touch of shoes no more
The strings are broke and the bow is gone and the cover's buttoned down
Was it written on the sky above? I think I heard it from someone I love
A walk along the street in the wintry weather
And the fiddle's in the closet of some daughter of the town
There's magic in the dancers' feet and the way they put them down
A one-horse place, a friendly face, some coffee and a tiny trace
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
A yellow light, an open door, a welcome friend, there's room for more
People smiling everywhere, boots and ribbons, locks of hair
And then they're standing there inside together
