The Stillwater Hobos - The balled of saint annes reel

He was ^Dstranded in a tiny town on ^Gfair Prince Edward ^DIsland Waiting for a ship to come and ^Afind him A ^Gone horse place, a ^Afriendly face, some c^Doffee, and a ^Gtiny trace Of ^Dfiddling in the ^Adistance far be^Dhind him.

And a ^Ddime across the counter then, a ^Gshy hello, a ^Dbrand new friend A walk along the street in the wintry ^Aweather A ^Gyellow light, an ^Aopen door, and a ^Dwelcome friend there's ^Groom for more And ^Dthen they're standing ^Athere inside to^Dgether.

He said I've ^Aheard that tune before somewhere but I ^Gcan't remember ^Dwhen Was it ^Aon some other friendly shore, did I ^Ghear it in the ^Bmwind Was it ^Dwritten on the ^Asky above, I think I ^Gheard it from some^Done I love But I ^Gnever heard it ^Asound so sweet since ^Dthen.

And ^Dnow his feet begin to tap and a ^Glittle boy says I'll ^Dtake your cap And he spun off in the magic of her ^Asmile And ^Gleaped the heart with^Ain him went when ^Doff across the ^Gfloor he sent His ^Dclumsy body ^Agraceful as a ^Dchild.

He said there's ^Amagic in the fiddlers and there's ^Gmagic in this ^Dtown There's ^Amagic in the dancers' feet and the ^Gway they put them ^Bmdown ^DPeople smiling ^Aeverywhere, ^Gboots and fiddles, ^Dlocks of hair, And ^Glaughter oh blue ^Asuits and Easter ^Dgowns.

The ^Dsailor's gone, the room is bare, the ^Gold piano's ^Dsitting there Someone's hat's left hanging on the ^Arack The ^Gempty chairs, the ^Awooden floor that ^Dfeels the touch of ^Gshoes no more A-^Dwaiting for the ^Adancers to come ^Dback.

And the ^Afiddle's in the closet of some ^Gdaughter of the ^Dtown The ^Astrings are broke, the bow is gone, and the ^Gcover’s buttoned ^Bmdown But ^Dsometimes on Dec^Aember nights when the ^Gair is cold and the ^Dwind is right There's a ^Gmelody that ^Apasses through the ^Dtown.