The Ballad Of St. Anne`s Reel — текст песни (John Denver)

He was stranded in some tiny town
On fair Prince Edward Isle
Awaitin` for a ship to come and find him
A one-horse place, a friendly face
Some coffee and a tiny trace
Of fiddlin` in the distance far behind him

A dime across the counter then
A shy hello, a brand new friend
A walk along the street in the wintry weather
A yellow light, an open door
And a welcome friend, there`s room for more
And then they`re standing there inside together

He said I`ve heard that tune before somewhere
But I can`t remember when
Was it on some other friendly shore
Or did I hear it on the wind
Was it written on the sky above
I think I heard it from someone I loved
But I never heard it sound so sweet since then

Now his feet begin to tap
A little boy says I`ll take your hat
He`s caught up in the magic of her smile
And leap the heart inside him went
And off across the floor he sent
His clumsy body graceful as a child

He said there`s magic in the fiddler`s arm
There`s magic in this town
There`s magic in the dancers` feet
And the way they put them down
People smilin` everywhere
Boots and ribbons, locks of hair
And laughter and old blue suits and Easter gowns

Now the sailor`s gone, the room is bare
The old piano`s settin` there
Someone`s hat`s left hanging on the rack
And empty chairs, the wooden floor
That feels the touch of shoes no more
Awaitin` for the dancers to come back

And the fiddle`s in the closet
Of some daughter of the town
The strings are broke and the bow is gone
And the cover`s buttoned down
But sometimes on December nights
When the air is cold and the wind is right
There`s a melody that passes through this town