Narrative: The Lost Fiddle

[spoken vocals] [Verse 1] There it is, at last That fiddle of urban legend Thought to be lost at sea all these years Though it was But so it went down with that ship And buried within it All those memories of friends long lost But the fiddle and the ship itself It was as though time had frozen And so went that fiddle with me that night To my safety [Chorus] Safe Safe from the depths of the sea Safe from the claws of those demons Safe in my hands at long last Safe from the hands of the British soldiers Safe In this decade Safe [Verse 2] Although that fiddle very much needed to dry It had very much a story to tell All those nights out on that ship How hard those strings were played But even in its wetness, each note still rang true It was as though it was still brand new But thus it still needed to dry As I knew I was in possession of an urban legend So I had to keep it [Chorus] Safe Safe from the depths of the sea Safe from the claws of those demons Safe in my hands at long last Safe from the hands of the British soldiers Safe In this decade Safe [Verse 3] By early morning it was now finally dry And that night it played its first concert in centuries The applause was immeasurable Everyone was ecstatic to hear it play again But I also knew this was the moment That I needed to keep a tighter grip on it Because I knew some lads would go crazy for it But I couldn't let that happen To let the legend of the lost fiddle go to waste like this would be a travesty And I couldn't have that So now I keep it Where I know to keep it [Chorus] Safe Safe from the depths of the sea Safe from the claws of those demons Safe in my hands at long last Safe from the hands of the British soldiers Safe In this decade Safe