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Ballad of St. Anne's Reel
Folk
Ballad of St. Anne's Reel was released on September 1, 2015 by marchpane records as a part of the album Back to the Woods
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Release DateSeptember 1, 2015
Labelmarchpane records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM122

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack in the Green
Jack in the Green
Performer
Marcus Troeder
Marcus Troeder
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Mallett
David Mallett
Composer

Lyrics

He was stranded in some tiny town
On fair Prince Edward's Isle
Waiting for a ship to come and find him
A one-horse place, a friendly face
Some coffee and a tiny trace
Of woodland in the distance far behind him
A dime across the counter there
A shy "hello" and a brand new friend
Walking along the streets in wintry weather
A yellow light, an open door
A "welcome friend", there's room for more
And then they're standing there inside together
He said "I heard this tune somewhere before
But I can't remember when
Was it on some other friendly shore?
Did I hear it on the wind?
Was it written on the sky above?
Well, I think I heard it from someone I love
But I never heard it sound so sweet since then"
And now his feet began to tap
And a little boy said "I'll take your hat"
It's gotta be the magic of a smile
That leaves his heart exciting when
It's across the room he span
His clumsy body graceful as a child's
He said "there's magic in the fiddler's arms
There's magic in this town
There's magic in the dancers' feet
And the way they put 'em down
People smiling everywhere
Boots and ribbons and locks of hair
The laughter of blue suits and Easter gowns"
The sailors gone, the room is bare
The old piano's sitting there
Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack
The empty chair, the wooden floor
That feels the touch of shoes no more
Waiting for the dancers to come back
And the fiddle's in the closet of
Some daughter of the town
The strings are broke, the door is gone
And the cover's buttoned down
But sometimes on December nights
When the winter's cold and the air is right
There's a melody that passes through this town
And the fiddle's in the closet of
Some daughter of the town
The strings are broke, the door is gone
And the cover's buttoned down
But sometimes on December nights
When the winter's cold and the air is right
There's a melody that passes through this town
There's a melody that passes through the town
Written by: David Mallett
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