Cry of a lost hound

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I

can still hear that violin' play

 

it was across the road in the inn's attick is where it stayed

 

had a lonely sound, like the cry of a lost, lost hound

 

it stuck with me a long time

 

actually for more

 

than a while

 

 

 

I

 

travelled along

 

on a road more than long

 

'till at the end of the line I reached my home town

 

with all the pines

 

where  patiently my bride waited for me

 

 

at

 

my wedding night it played for the last

 

time

 

I

 

never heard it again

 

only when my first child came

 

 

its tune now a happy one

 

played at the beginnin' of dawn

 

 

shimmering lights wandered across the fields

 

after that the violin's tune ceased to be,  now an' then I try to whistle it

 

how much I wish, it doesn;t come to me again

 

it must have as I did found a place

 

to

 

live

 

 

(c) JR.  2015