Composers: Isla Grant Genre: country, Scottish Producer: Nelson Guimaraes Hit Trax: www.MIDI.COM.AU ===============================
We went up on a mountain to hear the old man play And everything about him was steeped in the old time way The sound he made was stirring it was magic it was fun When asked what it was called back when he smiled and he said son
[They called it music in the church house in the fields It was honest it was simple and it made the hard times heal It was music played deep down in the mines In the dark and lonesome prison cells and behind battle lines They called it music]
Our father's father's fiddle tunes on Saturdays in town Stayed in our heads and hearts all week 'till it came back around I swear the ghosts are with me I feel them when I play It wasn't all about the money like it is today
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We didn't have to read a word to memorise a hymn Or deep down in our soul you knew the seed was sown within There's a magic in the old songs I hope will never stray So love 'em like your children don't let 'em get away