Willie Hall's Fiddle

  One night she went up to the fairy thorn In the wee small hours before the dawn In search of magic, in search of song In search of Willie Hall's fiddle She called out to the spirit who lived in the thorn She said I've been away for far too long She said I've been searching since the day I was born Can you lead me to Willie Hall's fiddle? And there appeared in the heart of the fairy thorn As if by magic from the heart-wood drawn Deep in the branches of the fairy thorn The shape of Willie Hall's fiddle And she said I've been away for far too long Can you teach me how to play Willie Hall's song? Teach me to play it like I belong Teach me to play Willie's fiddle? And she and the spirit spent the rest of that night In the mist-haunted meadow before it was light Calling tunes from the fiddle that was lost for too long Filling the meadow with Willie Hall's song And when the dawn curled her fingers round the fairy thorn She awoke in the meadow to a dew-drenched morn With her heart on fire and her soul alight With the dance and the song that had filled the night If you ever go up to the fairy thorn In the wee small hours before the dawn If you ever go up to the fairy thorn You'll be sure to hear Willie Hall's fiddle.