When I was just a kid,
I'd go to town on Saturday
And on the street I'd listen to
the old blind fiddler play
He was close to no one,
though his life was almost gone
But to me he was my friend
and always played such pretty songs
People dropped their nickels in his club
as they walked by
Sometimes he would play so sad
that I'd just have to cry
And one day I went to town
to hear the old man play
But he was gone and someone said
the old man passed away
And I can still hear him playing
And when people stopped to listen
He would say,
God walked beside you all the way
And I'd listen to the old blind fiddler play
A week or so ago one night
I had the strangest dream
I dreamed I went to heaven
and I heard a million strings
And standing there,
I heard the music flow
from heaven's skies
And for the first time in my life,
I saw the color of His eyes
And I can still hear
them playing
And he shook my hand and told me,
Son, I knew we'd meet again someday
And once again I heard the old
blind fiddler play
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