by Arnold Edward Trevor Bax, Sir (1883 - 1953)
The enchanted fiddle
Language: English
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.
Text Authorship:
- by Arnold Edward Trevor Bax, Sir (1883 - 1953), "The enchanted fiddle", first published 1919 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Arnold Edward Trevor Bax, Sir (1883 - 1953), "The enchanted fiddle", 1907, published 1919 [ voice and piano ], from Album of Seven Songs [or Seven Selected Songs], no. 5, started out as a setting of Yeats' "The fiddler of Dooney"; J. & W. Chester [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Eleanor Crossey Malone
This text was added to the website: 2016-09-11
Line count: 20
Word count: 133