Saint Anne's Reel 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.