Ann Mayo Muir sings "A CRISP FALL NIGHT" with ENSEMBLE GALILEI

(Lyrics added below)
A fiddle bow is singing this song. He is off on a quest to discover a fiddle so he can play the music he loves. There is a camp in Santa Cruz especially for his type where tunes are taught by ear. But he can't learn anything till he finds the fiddle of his dreams.
I explain that when the bow and the fiddle meet and marry it is me rejoicing in the Scottish music.

A CRISP FALL NIGHT

The BOW went out on a crisp fall night
With his rosined shoes wound up tight
All to find his heart's delight.
he was California bound.
He climbed the hills to Santa Cruz.
He could hardly wait till he could choose
The fiddle of his dreams so he could loose
His empty learning blues. ( but when he got there )

There were so many fiddles piled up high,
Which one was his , You could hear him sigh.
He called and back came one reply;
Darlin' I'm way down here.
He started diggin', shovin and cryin',
Wishin', pushin', lifting, pryin',
At last he found her sweetly lyin
And smilin' just for him.

She sang to him as he touched her strings.
And as he glided, his heart took wings.
they promised each other many fine things
And agreed that they would marry.
They sang sweet love songs all night long
And those who listened to their love song
Felt a joy that grew so strong
that it would last forever.

In the morning at VOM they tied the knot,
The BOW and the FIDDLE someone forgot.
They went to classes and they learned a lot,
And they come back every year.
In many ways, They're just like you.
You're full of passion and you come back too.

And the learnin' is simply never through.
Here's to our fiddles and Bows oh
Here's to our fiddles and bows oh
here's to our fiddles and Bows oh.

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