wintry night a wondrous sight I met while riding back
from a ceili, with me fiddle in me pack
horse, he stopped quite suddenly, his ears began to twitch
bucked and threw me pack and all into a nearby ditch
to rise, but then my eyes alighted on a scene
faerie creatures dancing by, cavorting 'round their Queen
been out hunting, it was plain, delighted by her prize
though he was in thrall to her, I knew his gentle eyes
again and shouted when they drew abreast of me,
challenge you, for you have caught my husband-soon-to-be!"
stopped and she stared down at me, the Queen astride her steed,
see you have the courage, dear, but skill is what you need!"
it carved from out the finest wood
strung with silver string
mortal trust or faerie dust
make a fiddle sing!
each shall play and I will say which fiddle is played best,
should you win this mortal toy I'll free, without protest."
handed her a violin, as black as she was fey
placed a bow upon the strings and then began to play
spirit low I raised my bow, I knew not where to start
looked within my lover's eyes and then within my heart
head was filled with mortal dreams, of love beneath the moon
sun and rain and season's change, and so began my tune
my head my arms like lead my heart ablaze once more
Faerie Queen looked down at me, shaken to the core
played for many centuries, yet, by the stars above,
taught me skill is not enough. It can't compare to love."
music: Heather Alexander
lyrics: Philip R. Obermarck