Lyrics:

Sometimes in the middle of the lonely night
No one there to be his friend
He'd grab the fiddle and he'd hold it tight
The angels there would gather 'round him


And he would all through the night
And he would play all through the night
And he would play till everything seemed alright


And I cried every time that I watched him play
Lord, he really had something to say
And I watched him steal away


He built himself a cabin at the foot of a hill
He never knew the city street
He never had much money never needed a will
All he had was one ol' fiddle


And he passed it down to me
And he passed it down to me
And now I'll play till everything seems alright


Gonna play till the angels dance in the sky
Lord, I'll play this fiddle till I die, I'll play this fiddle till I die
I'll play this fiddle till I die, I'll play this fiddle in the sky