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The Fiddlers Call | Medieval Fantasy Tavern Bard Song (Dance)

Lyrics: Oh hear it ring — that silver cry Bow on the string and sparks will fly Chairs scrape back and tankards fall He’s in the door — the Fiddler’s Call Hey! Hey! You hear it all — That rising fire, the Fiddler’s Call! Stamp your boots and heed it all — You can’t stand still at the Fiddler’s Call! I was a traveler, road-worn thin Dust on my cloak, ale on my chin Door swung wide to a crooked hall And there he stood — no crown at all Just a grin cut sharp and wide Fiddle tucked at his side He drew one note — the room went still Like breath held tight against a thrill Hey! Hey! You hear it all — That rising fire, the Fiddler’s Call! Clap your hands, let the rafters fall — No soul untouched by the Fiddler’s Call! He played it quick — three notes high They climbed like smoke into the sky A laughing run, a flashing sweep It hooked the heart and woke the feet Old men rose with blazing eyes Girls spun gold in lantern light Soldiers slammed their cups in time Boot on board in pounding rhyme Faster now — the bowstring flies Sweat and roar and battle cries Tables shake and benches crawl The whole wide room to the Fiddler’s Call! Hey! Hey! You hear it all — That rising fire, the Fiddler’s Call! Spin and shout, let the banners fall — You’ll dance till dawn at the Fiddler’s Call! He knows the power in his hand He feels it surge at his command Not dark nor cursed nor cruel nor sly Just living flame that will not die He laughs as every heartbeat pounds He rides the wave of stamping grounds And when at last the bow comes low We beg him still — don’t let it go Hey! Hey! We’d give it all — One more blaze of the Fiddler’s Call! Raise your voice and shake the wall — We live tonight by the Fiddler’s Call! So traveler, if you hear that cry Like silver fire through the sky Drop your pack and lose it all — Answer quick — the Fiddler’s Call!