The Violin from the Sea

Troubled souls sailing away
driftwood turned over and over
by the waves, I'm hearing sad tales.

I'll find someone who can play
An Irish fiddler, a gypsy outside a cafe
or maestro in coat and tails.

I know what it's like to fetch up
in an unfamiliar place, no home,
selling matches or shoelaces.


The Violin from the Sea


It hasn't come from a striped beach hut
It hasn't fallen from a great cruise liner
The violin on the beach is a castaway
Turned over and over by the waves
I'll find someone who can play, an Irish fiddler
or gypsy outside a cafe.



The Violin from the Sea


The violin came in from the sea
I began hearing airs unknown to me.

Driftwood turned over and over
by the waves, troubled souls sailing away.

I'll find a home for the violin  
with an Irish fiddler or gypsy outside a cafe.