Mother's Melody

 I Picked up a Fiddle to give it a try

With the thought of playing a lullaby

I Placed My Bow and began

The Tune My mother once had sang

The sound was sweet and soft at first

Then the rhythm found its thirst

It echoed sweetly around the Town

Wrapped in an Angels spiritual Gown

I was glad to play the fiddle well

Just like the sound of a churches Bell

From the fiddle shone a light

At first mellow then quite bright

As if in a dream I looked up

Feeling the winds velvet touch

In the distance a familiar face

Was likened to My Mothers Grace

I had lost her a long long time ago

Was I dreaming? I did not know

I continued to play My Melody

My Arco Bowing sincerity

I played and watched as Mother Danced

Along the shore as if in a trance

I was glad to play the fiddle well

Just like the sound of a churches Bell

When my tune came to an end

She Bowed and turned around again

To My face up close a shiver

A soft smile and kiss delivered

The Tune still Breathing in my soul

But she was gone my Heart consoled

I was glad to play the fiddle well

Just like the sound of a churches Bell

My Mother dancing to the Sound

of Angels singing all around

I play my lullaby bye and bye

While looking to the cloudless sky

Wishing for me to see again

Her tender dance to my refrain

The fiddle and I are one together

The sound rings out a simple pleasure

Oh Solay solay solay Oh solay solay solay

Whisper to me whisper to me

Ring to thee sing to me