The Mad Fiddler Lyrics

Not from the northern road
Not from the southern way
First his wild music flowed
Into the village that day

He suddenly was in the lane
The people came out to hear
He suddenly went, and in vain
Their hopes wished him to appear

His music strange did fret
Each heart to wish't was free
It was not a melody, yet
It was not no melody

Somewhere far away
Somewhere far outside
Being forced to live, they
Felt this tune replied

Replied to that longing
All have in their breasts
The lost sense belonging
To forgotten quests

The happy wife now knew
That she had married ill
The glad fond lover grew
Weary of loving still

The maid and boy felt glad
That they had dreaming only
The lone hearts that were sad
Felt somewhere less lonely In each soul woke the flower
Whose touch leaves earthless dust
The soul's husband's first hour
The thing completing us

The shadow that comes to bless
From kissed depths unexpressed
The luminous restlessness
That is better than rest

As he came, he went
They felt him but half-be
Then he was quietly blent
With silence and memory

Sleep left again their laughter
They tranced hope ceased to last
And but a small time after
They knew not he had passed

Yet when the sorrow of living
Because life is not willed
Comes back in dreams' hours, giving
A sense of life being chilled

Suddenly each remembers
It glows life a coming moon
On where their dream-life embers
The mad fiddler's tune

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