This song was first released on the Autograph album. It is the only album it has been released on.







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, theres room for more

And then theyre standing there inside together



He said Ive heard that tune before somewhere

But I cant 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 Ill take your hat

Hes 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 theres magic in the fiddlers arm

Theres magic in this town

Theres 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 sailors gone, the room is bare

The old piano settin there

Someones hats 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 fiddles in the closet

Of some daughter of the town

The strings are broke and the bow is gone

And the covers buttoned down

But sometimes on December nights

When the air is cold and the wind is right

Theres a melody that passes through this town



Words and Music by David Mallett