1st Place DSA Spring Lyric Contest

Daddy’s Fiddle
©2002 SaraLee Rehkopf
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Fog hangs in the hollows, as the sun burns thru the haze

This winding mountain road takes me back to childhood days

The weeds have taken over where mama’s chickens used to scratch

Bussing bees hum a tune in the wild strawberry patch

Chorus

I still hear daddy’s fiddle when I close my eyes

There’s mama in the kitchen, I can smell her apple pies

I’m chasin’ fireflies and bullfrogs through these hills I love to roam

Till the sound of daddy’s fiddle calls me home

The sagging porch seems lonely without mama’s rockin’ chair

Or a hound dog’s tail a-waggin’ to greet me on the stairs

My memories surround me as I step through the door

Dusty footprints follow me across the cabin floor

Chorus

I still hear daddy’s fiddle when I close my eyes

There’s mama in the kitchen, I can smell her apple pies

I’m chasin’ fireflies and bullfrogs through these hills I love to roam

Till the sound of daddy’s fiddle calls me home

Now daddy lies by mama, beneath an oak tree on the hill

But his fiddle plays in my head, I guess it always will

Somewhere in the twilight, driftin’ on the wind

The sound of daddy’s fiddle calls me back home again

Chorus

I still hear daddy’s fiddle when I close my eyes

There’s mama in the kitchen, I can smell her apple pies

I’m chasin’ fireflies and bullfrogs through these hills I love to roam

Till the sound of daddy’s fiddle calls me home

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Calls me home……