Wednesday, March 09, 2011

The Fiddler On The Hill

I CAN HEAR THE FIDDLER PLAYING
HIGH UPON THE HILL
HE WATCHES FIRES BURNING
AND HE GETS A SECRET THRILL
HE'LL KEEP ON PLAYING FIDDLE
ALL THE LONG NIGHT LONG
WHILE THE FIRE JUST KEEPS ON BURNING
TO THE FIDDLER'S SONG

WHERE USED TO BE A MANSION
NOW STANDS A PILE OF ASH
ALL THAT ONCE WAS TREASURED
IS NOTHING MORE THAN TRASH
STILL THE FIDDLER KEEPS ON PLAYING
ALL THE LONG NIGHT LONG
WHILE THE FIRE JUST KEEPS ON BURNING
TO THE FIDDLER'S SONG

(bridge)
WHO'S TO BLESS AND WHO'S TO BLAME?
AND DOES IT REALLY MATTER?
TO THE FIDDLER ON THE HILL
IS HE THE ONLY SANE ONE?
OR IS HE MADDER THAN A HATTER?
THE FIRES KEEP ON BURNING
AND THE WORLD JUST KEEPS ON TURNING

WHAT USED TO BE A CITY
IS NOW ENGULFED IN FIRE
THE PEOPLE TRIED TO FIGHT IT
BUT THEY JUST MADE THE FLAMES BURN HIGHER
STILL THE FIDDLER KEEPS ON PLAYING
ALL THE LONG NIGHT LONG
WHILE THE FIRE JUST KEEPS ON BURNING
TO THE FIDDLER'S SONG


(2006 db michel)

1 comment:

~Silver said...

Lovely, an interesting story to say the least. :) I haven't read your poetry in so long, but now I see that was a mistake. :)