Cat and the Fiddle
music and lyrics by Heather Alexander
Monday mornin' standin' on the corner,
pardon me if we're getting in your way
We'll tip our hats, be you native or foreigner,
drop a coin if you're likin' what we play
Singin' hey diddle dee
answer me this riddle,
Hey diddle do
tell me what you will,
Dance all day with the Cat and the Fiddle,
come and lay with the heather on the hill
Ward the cold from your fingers as you're clappin'
keep the rhythm with the tappin' of your feet
fiddle music mingling with the rappin' bands,
blind men dance as their walking down the street
We'll sing our songs of places far away,
kings and castles, hero brave and bold
Never travel farther than a bar away,
whiskey keeps our spirits from the cold
Tomorrow we'll be just where we were yesterday,
now we find that the night is getting long
We'll disappear into the dusty alleyway,
and all you hear is the echo of our song