Rambles of Spring (Live)

There's a piercing wintry breeze

Blowing through the budding trees

And I button up my coat to keep me warm

But the days are on the mend

And I'm on the road again

With my fiddle snuggled close beneath my arm

I've a fine felt hat and a strong pair of brogues

I have rosin in my pocket for my bow

And my fiddle strings are new

And I've learned a tune or two

So I'm well prepared to ramble and must go

I'm as happy as a king

When I catch a breath of spring

And the grass is turning green as winter ends

And the geese are on the wing

And the thrushes start to sing

And I'm headed down the road to see my friends

I've a fine felt hat and a strong pair of brogues

I have rosin in my pocket for my bow

And my fiddle strings are new

And I've learned a tune or two

So I'm well prepared to ramble and must go

I have friends in every town

As I ramble up and down

Making music at the markets and the fairs

Through the donkeys and the creels

And the farmers making deals

And the yellow headed tinkers selling wares

I've a fine felt hat and a strong pair of brogues

I have rosin in my pocket for my bow

And my fiddle strings are new

And I've learned a tune or two

So I'm well prepared to ramble and must go

Here's a health to one and all

To the big and to the small

To the rich and poor alike and foe and friend

And when we return again

May our foes have turned to friends

And may peace and joy be with you until then

I've a fine felt hat and a strong pair of brogues

I have rosin in my pocket for my bow

And my fiddle strings are new

And I've learned a tune or two

So I'm well prepared to ramble and must go

I've a fine felt hat and a strong pair of brogues

I have rosin in my pocket for my bow

And my fiddle strings are new