he was stranded in a tiny town on fair prince edward island waiting for a ship to come and find him a one horse place a friendly face some coffee and a tiny trace of fiddling in the distance far behind him and 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 there s room for more and then they re standing there inside together he said i ve heard that tune before somewhere but i can t remember when was it on some other friendly shore did i hear it in the wind was it written on the sky above i think i heard it from someone i love but i never heard it sound so sweet since then and now his feet begin to tap and a little boy says i ll take your cap and he spun off in the magic of her smile and leaped the heart within him went when off across the floor he sent his clumsy body graceful as a child he said there s magic in the fiddlers and there s magic in this town there s magic in the dancers feet and the way they put them down people smiling everywhere boots and fiddles locks of hair and laughter oh blue suits and easter gowns the sailor s gone the room is bare the old piano s sitting there someone s hat s left hanging on the rack the empty chairs the wooden floor that feels the touch of shoes no more a waiting for the dancers to come back and the fiddle s in the closet of some daughter of the town the strings are broke the bow is gone and the covers buttoned down but sometimes on december nights when the air is cold and the wind is right there s a melody that passes through the town