John Denver – The Ballad Of St Annes Reel (Guitar)

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He was stranded in some tiny town on fair Prince Edward Isle

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Awaitin' for a ship to come and find him

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A one-horse place, a friendly face, some coffee and a tiny trace

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Of fiddlin' in the distance far behind him

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A dime across the counter then, a shy hello, a brand new friend

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A walk along the street in the wintry weather

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A yellow light, an open door and a welcome friend, there's room for more

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And then they're standing there inside together

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He said I've heard that tune before somewhere but I can't remember when

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Was it on some other friendly shore or did I hear it on the wind

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Was it written on the sky above, I think I heard it from someone I loved

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But I never heard it sound so sweet since then

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Now his feet begin to tap, a little boy says I'll take your hat

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He's caught up in the magic of her smile

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And leap, the heart inside him went and off across the floor he sent

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His clumsy body graceful as a child

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He said there's magic in the fiddler's arm, there's magic in this town

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There's magic in the dancers' feet and the way they put them down

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People smilin' everywhere, boots and ribbons, locks of hair

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And laughter and old blue suits and easter gowns

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Now the sailors' gone, the rooms are bare, the old piano settin' there

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Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack

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And empty chairs, the wooden floor that feels the touch of shoes no more

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Awaitin' for the dancers to come back

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And the fiddle's in the closet of some daughter of the town

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The strings are broke and the bow is gone and the cover's buttoned down

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But sometimes on December nights when the air is cold and the wind is right

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There's a melody that passes through this town