Interpret:

John Denver

Album:

Autograph

He was stranded in some tiny town 
 On fair Prince Edward Isle 
 Awaitin' for a ship to come and find him 
 one-horse place, a friendly face 
 Some coffee and a tiny trace 
 Of fiddlin' in the distance far behind him 
 A dime across the counter then 
 A shy hello, a brand new friend 
 A walk along the street in the wintry weather 
 A yellow light, an open door 
 And a welcome friend, there's room for more 
 And then they're standing there inside together 
 He said I've heard that tune before somewhere 
 But I can't remember when 
 Was it on some other friendly shore 
 Or did I hear it on the wind 
 Was it written on the sky above 
 I think I heard it from someone I loved 
 But I never heard it sound so sweet since then 


 Now his feet begin to tap 
 A little boy says I'll take your hat 
 He's caught up in the magic of her smile 
 And leap the heart inside him went 
 And off across the floor he sent 
 His clumsy body graceful as a child 
 He said there's magic in the fiddler's arm 
 There's magic in this town 
 There's magic in the dancers' feet 
 And the way they put them down 
 People smilin' everywhere 
 Boots and ribbons, locks of hair 
 And laughter and old blue suits and Easter gowns 


 Now the sailor's gone, the room is bare 
 The old piano's settin' there 
 Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack 
 And empty chairs, the wooden floor 
 That feels the touch of shoes no more 
 Awaitin' for the dancers to come back 
 And the fiddle's in the closet 
 Of some daughter of the town 
 The strings are broke and the bow is gone 
 And the cover's buttoned down 
 But sometimes on December nights 
 When the air is cold and the wind is right 
 There's a melody that passes through this town