An alternative Irish folk song with an atmospheric, electronic arrangement.
Written and performed by Sarah Reed.
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One night she went up to the fairy thorn
In the wee small hours before the dawn
In search of magic, in search of song
In search of Willie Hall's fiddle
She called out to the spirit who lived in the thorn
She said I've been away for far too long
She said I've been searching since the day I was born
Can you lead me to Willie Hall's fiddle?
And there appeared in the heart of the fairy thorn
As if by magic from the heart-wood drawn
Deep in the branches of the fairy thorn
The shape of Willie Hall's fiddle
And she said I've been away for far too long
Can you teach me how to play Willie Hall's song?
Teach me to play it like I belong
Teach me to play Willie's fiddle
And she and the spirit spent the rest of that night
In the mist-haunted meadow before it was light
Calling tunes from the fiddle that was lost for too long
Filling the meadow with Willie Hall's song
And when the dawn curled her fingers round the fairy thorn
She awoke in the meadow to a dew-drenched morn
With her heart on fire and her soul alight
With the dance and the song that had filled the night
If you ever go up to the fairy thorn
In the wee small hours before the dawn
If you ever go up to the fairy thorn
You'll be sure to hear Willie Hall's fiddle.
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