[01:30.600]Forgotten and concealed
[01:33.150]are the tales of old.
[01:36.410]Yet the spirits of the field
[01:39.160]I do behold.
[01:42.360]A mist-like shape reveals
[01:44.820]the fiddler in his prime,
[01:48.020]it's an act through the time.
[02:18.840]Under the starlit sky
[02:21.150]shadows come alive.
[02:24.710]Chapters of laughter and a sigh,
[02:27.270]they do revive.
[02:30.760]The mist-like shape entwines
[02:33.100]the legend and the lore
[02:36.720]into a conviction unsure.

Forgotten and concealed
are the tales of old.
Yet the spirits of the field
I do behold.
A mist-like shape reveals
the fiddler in his prime,
it's an act through the time.
Under the starlit sky
shadows come alive.
Chapters of laughter and a sigh,
they do revive.
The mist-like shape entwines
the legend and the lore
into a conviction unsure.