He Plays the Violin (From 1776) - Betty Buckley

Oh he never speaks his passions

He never speaks his views

Whereas other men speak volumes

The man I love is mute

In truth I can't recall

Being wooed with words at all

Even now

He plays the violin

He tucks it right under his chin

And he bows oh he bows

For he knows yes he knows

That it's hi hi hi diddle diddle

It's my heart Tom and his fiddle

My strings are unstrung

Hi hi hi hi

I am undone

I hear his violin

And I get that feeling within

And I sigh oh I sigh

He draws near very near

And it's hi hi hi diddle diddle

Goodbye to the fiddle

My strings are unstrung

Hi hi hi hi

I'm always undone

Hi hi hi hi

When heaven calls to me

Sing me no sad eulogy

Say I die loving bride

Loving wife loving life

For it was hi hi hi diddle diddle

'Twixt my heart Tom and his fiddle

And ever 'twill be

Hi hi hi hi

Through eternity

He plays the violin

He plays the violin