Permanent Cure - Ballad Of St. Annes Reel lyrics

rate me

Island

Waiting for a ship to come and find him

A one horse place, a friendly face

Some coffee and a tiny trace of fiddling in the

Distance far behind him

A dime across the counter there, a shy hello, a brand

New friend

And a walk along the street in wintry weather

A yellow light, and open door

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, think I heard it from

Someone I loved.

I never heard a sound so sweet since then."

And now his feet begin to tap, a little boy says, "I'll

Take your hat"

And he's caught up in the magic of her smile

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, and

There's magic in this town.

There's magic in the dancers' feet and the way they put

Them down.

People smiling everywhere, boots and ribbons, locks of

Hair

And laughter and old blue suits and Easter gowns

The sailor's gone, the room is bare, the old piano's

Sitting there

Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack

Empty chairs and the wooden floor, that feels the touch

Of shoes no more

A waiting for the dancers to come back

The fiddle's in the closet of some daughter of the town

The strings are broke, 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 the town