Violin Lyrics

In the misty glen where the faeries play

A violin whispers at the break of day

Echoes of the ancients in each lilting note

Spirits of the Celtic lands on the music they float

Oh the spirits of the violin in the Celtic night

Dancing through the heather in the pale moonlight

Hear the echoes of the past in the melodies so fair

With the spirits of the violin on the wind they fare

Beneath the ancient oaks where the druids once stood

The violin sings of legends of heroes and of good

Every bow that glides tells a tale of old

Of love loss and victory in the highlands so bold

Oh the spirits of the violin in the Celtic night

Dancing through the heather in the pale moonlight

Hear the echoes of the past in the melodies so fair

With the spirits of the violin on the wind they fare

From the cliffs of Moher to the Isle of Skye

The violin's song makes the spirits fly

In the reel and the jig in the lament's cry

The Celtic heart beats as the strings sigh

Oh the spirits of the violin in the Celtic night

Dancing through the heather in the pale moonlight

Hear the echoes of the past in the melodies so fair

With the spirits of the violin on the wind they fare

As the dawn breaks o'er the hills and the song fades away

The spirits of the violin live to play another day

In the heart of the Celtic lands their legacy remains

In the haunting violin their eternal strains