Lyrics Old Man And His Fiddle - Michael Cleveland

High on a mountain, above the timber line
There lies an old man, with the look of death in his eyes
In his one-room cabin, beside a rocking chair
Lies a handmade fiddle, he made with loving care

His hands are weak and trembling
His bow is worn and frayed
He thinks of lonesome ballads
He's not strong enough to play

The old man is now in heaven
But his fiddle stayed behind
To play a strange and lonesome melody
Hear it crying through the pines

In his one-room cabin, beside a rocking chair
Lies a handmade fiddle, he made with loving care