Heimilisritið - 01.10.1945, Blaðsíða 54

'WHEN A GIPSY
When a gypsy makes his violin cry,
My lips are still, but it’s haunting
thrill fans a smoldring fire.
When a gypsy makes a magic string
sigh,
Again to me comes the memory of
an old desire.
He draws his bow and seems to
know that love once hurt my
heart,
And as he plays for me I am lost
in reverie.
How I treasure every measure till
the last notes die,
When a gypsy makes his violin cry.
A LITTLE ON THE LONELY SIDE
Darling, since you’ve been away I
get sort of blue;
Darling, I imagine you feel the
same way too.
I’m a little on the lonely, a little on
the lonely side;
You know my dear, when you’re
not here, there is no one to
romance with;
So if I’m seen with someone else
it’s just one to dance with.
Ev’ry letter that you send me I read
a dozen times or more,
Any wonder that I love you more
and more.
Oh! how I miss your tender kiss
and long to hold you tight,
I’m a little on the lonely side to-
night.
FREDDY AND HIS FIDDLE
What’s happened in the street?
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What’s happened to the feet?
The street is full of feet and all the
feet are full of beat.
I can’t dance, you can’t dance,
But let’s admit we’re definitely
dancing.
That it’s a phenomenon, nobody
doubts;
Yet it’s very common nights here
abouts.
Freddy and his fiddle are at in the
square again
And Freddy and his fiddle make
anybody dance!
Make ev’rybody dance! Make all the
people dance!
Freddy never studied, he said he
never studied
And he couldn’t tell a scale from
a whole note tied.
Freddy wouldn’t know so, but he’s
a virtuoso,
When he pulls a horse’s tail ’cross
a cat’s inside!
He’ll make a baker dance, an under-
taker hop,
He’ll make a preacher prance and
never let him stop!
He can’t stop, we can’t stop,
For something in the melody com-
pels us.
We aru just a couple of slaves to
his whim,
Lucky to be supple of muscle and
limb.
Freddy and his fiddle will keep it
up until we
Get unsteady in the middle from
wear and tear!
Freddy and his fiddle are at it in
the square.
J Enskir sönglagatextar
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HEIMILISRITIÐ