I'd go to town on Saturday
And on the street I'd listen to
the old blind fiddler play
though his life was almost gone
But to me he was my friend
People dropped their nickels in his cup
Sometimes he would play so sad
And then one day I went to town
But he was gone and someone said
And I can still hear him playing
And when people stopped to listen,
God walked beside you all the way.
And I'd listen to the old blind fiddler play.
A week or so ago one night
I had the strangest dream.
I dreamed I went to heaven
and I heard a million strings
For the first time in my life
I saw the color of his eyes
And I can still hear them
Then he shook my hand and told me
Son, I knew we'd meet again someday
the old blind fiddler play.