Tag: fiddles

  • Springtime

    The water in the well has become much clearer, / the aged linden tree appears to be younger. / I am restless, as solace keeps eluding me, / not certain if I should be crying or singing.

  • A Song

    A fiddle is playing in a country green / Where I am not and will never be / A sunny house is blossoming in a white land / Where I am not and will never be