The fiddler is coming tonight
The girls will get a tune
The fiddler is coming tonight
Tonight, the fiddler is coming
The bailiffs are after me
The joiners are after me
The bailiffs are after me
I won't have anyone but the tailor
(german)
Over rivers, over mountains
Over cliffs he leaps
Rushing on his winter journey
I think only of him
Silently the black fiddlers approaches
His face white and fierce
We all hear, we all believe.
When the black fiddler speaks
I will go across the river
I will come back across the river
I will go across the river
Visiting the tailor
Heard from Calum Cameron, also in Puirt-a-Beal (Mouth Tunes) or Songs for Dancing
