Boots on the ground, fiddle in hand
Old rock road, stone of sand
Spring through winter across this land
Gale and the rain and the sun
Magic of tin, curve of a rim
You made when you last dropped in
Now leaves are gone and robins sing
A winter freeze upon us
Frost it lies on the top of the hill
Down the old back lane on the window sill
Warmed by the fire from the winter chill
Good time for a fiddle and bow
Stories told, sunset sky
Lonesome reel, passers by
Tea in a mug and a star on high
And wood, and bow, and rosin
Friendly gathering after dark
"Paddy’s Rambles in the Park"
Spitting reel fire’s spark
Those ancient spirits rising
Frost it lies on the top of the hill
Down the old back lane on the window sill
Warmed by the fire from the winter chill
Good time for a fiddle and bow
Old rock road, stone of sand
Spring through winter across this land
Gale and the rain and the sun
Magic of tin, curve of a rim
You made when you last dropped in
Now leaves are gone and robins sing
A winter freeze upon us
Frost it lies on the top of the hill
Down the old back lane on the window sill
Warmed by the fire from the winter chill
Good time for a fiddle and bow
Stories told, sunset sky
Lonesome reel, passers by
Tea in a mug and a star on high
And wood, and bow, and rosin
Friendly gathering after dark
"Paddy’s Rambles in the Park"
Spitting reel fire’s spark
Those ancient spirits rising
Frost it lies on the top of the hill
Down the old back lane on the window sill
Warmed by the fire from the winter chill
Good time for a fiddle and bow
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