He was stranded in a tiny town on fair Prince Edward Isle 
Waiting for a ship to come and find him 
A one horse place, a friendly face, some coffee and a tiny trace 
Of fiddlin' in the distance far behind him 

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 on the wind 
Was it written on the sky above, I think I heard it from someone I love 
But I never heard a sound so sweet since then 

And now his feet begin to tap, a little boy says, "I'll take your hat." 
He's caught up in the magic of her smile 
Leap, the heart inside him went, and off across the floor he sent 
His clumsy body, graceful as a child 

He said, "There's magic in the fiddler's arms 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 ribbons, locks of hair 
Laughtcr, old blue suits and Easter gowns" 

The sailor's gone, the room is bare, the old piano's setting there 
Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack 
The empty chair, the wooden floor that feels the touch of shoes no more 
Awaitin' for the dancers to come back 

And thc fiddle's in the closet of some daughter of the town 
The strings are broke, tbe bow is gone and the cover's 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.