It’s time to pay the fiddler    (video)

 

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1. Well, it's time to pay the fiddler,

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    and it's sad to know we've danced it all away,

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    but the warm night's disappearing,

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    leaving nothing but the cold hard light of day.

 

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2. And it's time to start erasing,

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    all the rainbows we've been chasing in our minds,

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    we know there's no way of making

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    other ties on us unravel and unwind.

 

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Yes, it's time to pay the fiddler,

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and today's the day the first instalment's due,

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for the rest of all my days I'll wonder why

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the maker mismatched me and you.

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But there's so much to consider like my wife and little children

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will need and want my love just like you do,

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now it's time to pay the fiddler, but before we pay the fiddler,

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let's ask him to, please, play one last final tune.

 

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3. Well, it's time to pay the fiddler,

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    and there's naked sorrow dripping from your eyes,

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    unrestrained and unashamed we love each other,

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    now we've got to leave it lie.

 

 

 

 

 

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4. But I can feel my hands trembling

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    as I search to find the handle on the door,

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    so let's let the fiddler pull his magic bow

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    across our heart strings just once more.

 

+  CHORUS      + instrumental = CHORUS ….

 

    (Cal Smith)