And the Fiddler played...
    and with his songs
        my heart was lifted.
My feet tapped out the rythym
    and the beat pounded faster
And your eyes
    poured into my soul
And your eyes kissed
     me with your smile
And the fiddler
    he played faster
The words crept into
    my soul
And your  eyes
    begged me freedom
Making me....making you
    more whole...
        whole
            whole...
Making me......
    making you whole.

Kay Ekwall©1999