Those Old Fiddles (songs in a tongue I don’t know)

Light through a panel of stained glass

Whiskey, golden, in the sunlight

Nights are longer

Winds are colder

Change is upon us again

I’ve been hearing those old fiddles in my sleep now

Songs in a tongue I don’t know

Yet the story is told:

Do what you please

Pretend all you like

You will always return

So I follow the wind where it takes me

Trail behind my love, happily

And we sing

And the strings play

And the world turns on