The Old Blind Fiddler

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 cup as they walked by Sometimes he would play so sad yet I just have to cry Then one day I went to town to hear the old man play But he was gone and someone said the old man passed away I can still hear him playing And when people stop 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 blow from heaven sky 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 some day And once again I heard the old blind fiddler pl-a-y