Lyrics
and the grass is turning green as winter ends
And when i return again, may our foes have turned to friends
Making music at the markets and the fairs, may our foes have turned to friends
As i wander up and down, and the geese are on the wing
And i ve learned a tune or two, to the big and to the small, and the yellow headed tinkers selling wares
As i wander up and down, i have friends in every town, making music at the markets and the fairs
o my fiddle strings are new
There s a piercing wintry breeze, and a strong pair of brogues, and the farmers making deals
here s a health to one and all
To the rich and poor alike and foe and friends, i m well prepared to ramble and must go
And the yellow headed tinkers selling wares, and a strong pair of brogues
and the yellow headed tinkers selling wares
And i m headed down the road to see my friends, here s a health to one and all of, o my fiddle strings are new
There s a piercing wintry breeze, i have rosin in my pocket for my bow The, o my fiddle strings are new
May our foes have turned to friends, here s a health to one and all
I have rosin in my pocket for my bow, may our foes have turned to friends
through the donkeys and the creels
With my fiddle snuggled close beneath my arm, making music at the markets and the fairs
and when i return again
and i m headed down the road to see my friends
To the rich and poor alike and foe and friends, blowing through the budding trees, and i ve learned a tune or two
And the thrushes start to sing, o my fiddle strings are new
And i m on the road again, may our foes have turned to friends, but the days are on the mend
when i catch a breath of spring
and i m on the road again
Through the donkeys and the creels, but the days are on the mend