Violin

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