Why upon this lovely day
Must that wretched fiddler play
All the sky once stainless blue
Every note he strikes untrue
Summer deep embowered in flowers
Silent music in the hours
In the east the feather moon
And that fiddler out of tune
God's hand never slipped a marr
At the making of a star
There's no true excuse yet made
For the bunglar at his trade
[lyrics from xrkdt]
Must that wretched fiddler play
All the sky once stainless blue
Every note he strikes untrue
Summer deep embowered in flowers
Silent music in the hours
In the east the feather moon
And that fiddler out of tune
God's hand never slipped a marr
At the making of a star
There's no true excuse yet made
For the bunglar at his trade
[lyrics from xrkdt]