The Fiddlers Call | Medieval Fantasy Tavern Bard Song (Dance)

Описание: Lyrics:

Oh hear it ring — that silver cry
Bow on the string and sparks will fly
Chairs scrape back and tankards fall
He’s in the door — the Fiddler’s Call

Hey! Hey! You hear it all —
That rising fire, the Fiddler’s Call!
Stamp your boots and heed it all —
You can’t stand still at the Fiddler’s Call!

I was a traveler, road-worn thin
Dust on my cloak, ale on my chin
Door swung wide to a crooked hall
And there he stood — no crown at all

Just a grin cut sharp and wide
Fiddle tucked at his side
He drew one note — the room went still
Like breath held tight against a thrill

Hey! Hey! You hear it all —
That rising fire, the Fiddler’s Call!
Clap your hands, let the rafters fall —
No soul untouched by the Fiddler’s Call!

He played it quick — three notes high
They climbed like smoke into the sky
A laughing run, a flashing sweep
It hooked the heart and woke the feet

Old men rose with blazing eyes
Girls spun gold in lantern light
Soldiers slammed their cups in time
Boot on board in pounding rhyme

Faster now — the bowstring flies
Sweat and roar and battle cries
Tables shake and benches crawl
The whole wide room to the Fiddler’s Call!

Hey! Hey! You hear it all —
That rising fire, the Fiddler’s Call!
Spin and shout, let the banners fall —
You’ll dance till dawn at the Fiddler’s Call!

He knows the power in his hand
He feels it surge at his command
Not dark nor cursed nor cruel nor sly
Just living flame that will not die

He laughs as every heartbeat pounds
He rides the wave of stamping grounds
And when at last the bow comes low
We beg him still — don’t let it go

Hey! Hey! We’d give it all —
One more blaze of the Fiddler’s Call!
Raise your voice and shake the wall —
We live tonight by the Fiddler’s Call!

So traveler, if you hear that cry
Like silver fire through the sky
Drop your pack and lose it all —
Answer quick — the Fiddler’s Call!