Lyrics
A lonely soul roamed city streets,
With worn-out boots and tired feet.
A fiddle's tune,
Beneath the moon,
Turned every loss to something sweet.
They chased the dawn from town to town,
And laughed whenever luck let them down.
Through storm and rain,
Through joy and pain,
They never wore a single frown.
He knew the curve of every smile,
The way it lingered for a while.
A glance across,
Could mend a loss,
And make the hardest road worthwhile.
They shared their dreams beside the fire,
Their whispered hopes and heart's desire.
A hand held tight,
Through every night,
Would lift their spirits ever higher.
They stole soft kisses after shows,
In quiet streets where no one knows.
Through winter's chill,
Their hearts stood still,
Whenever they would hold eachother close.
And when the road grew dark and long,
They found their courage in a song.
No kingly throne,
No wealth well-known,
Could rival where their hearts belonged.
They dreamed of stages bright with gold,
And songs that bards would sing when old.
A simple kiss,
A life of bliss,
Was worth far more than wealth untold.
But fate arrived with tooth and claw,
And broke the finest thing it saw.
One final breath,
Then silent death,
And left the world forever raw.
Yet when a violin starts to cry,
And tavern voices fill the sky,
A silver string,
Still seems to sing,
Refusing to ever truly die.
The silver locket still hangs near,
A treasured gift he holds most dear.
A heart of silver,
A love delivered,
Though years have passed, it keeps him near.
Its tiny keyhole softly gleams,
A relic of their sacred dreams.
When moonlight falls,
He still recalls,
The boy who filled his nights with dreams.
Sometimes he swears he hears a tune,
A distant violin beneath the moon.
A laughing voice,
A gentle choice,
That vanished far too soon.
And when his final song is sung,
And age has stilled his wandering tongue,
He'll speak one name,
And guard that flame,
For a love that will never be gone.