Letras
A dream came to me, and I don't know why
It went right through me, kept me up all night
Well, that same morning, my cousin woke me up
It's six a.m, he said, pour me a cup
Well, I've got something to get off my chest
Here's a gift, and I'll tell you the rest
Well, this old fiddle, it was granted and given
I'll give it to you, it's our fiddle tradition
He said, dad gave it to me a long time ago
Played dances and squares an old-time shows
His papa was the king of Cape Breton
His fiddlin' father was old Angus Chisholm
It occurred to me I may be in line
To carry this torch, it must be a sign
Oh yeah, all right
I'll just try out this fiddle tradition
My cousin Richard gave to me a ball and chain
I have no idea how to play this game
But he turned to me and said, it goes like this
Just put it on your shoulder and create some bliss
Well, that was many years ago
My cousin's now gone, but I have his bow
Now, I don't pretend to play the best renditions
But I'll carry on this fiddle tradition
Oh yeah, all right
I'll just keep up with this fiddle tradition
Oh yeah, all right
I'll just keep up this fiddle tradition
Oh yeah, all right
I'll just keep up this fiddle tradition