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Posted By: Desert Dancer
27-Jan-11 - 09:27 PM
Thread Name: Origins: The Fiddler [bluegrass] (Charlie Moore)
Subject: RE: Recordings of 'The Fiddler' bluegrass so
Kendall sez: "Charlie Moore wrote it but I don't know how long ago that was. I wrote two additional verse in 1980 and gave them to Yodeling Slim Clarke. He recorded the thole thing.
I'm trying to remember who I got it from, and I think it may have been Lester Flatt. "

Then he posted to another thread:
Disc's with The Fiddler

From: kendall - PM
Date: 27 Jan 11 - 07:41 PM

When the fiddler has played his last tune for the night
The singer has sung his last song
All the mandolins guitars and banjos are quiet
And the loud noisy crowd has gone home.

Nothing's as quiet as a night without music
Or as dark as a night without stars
Nothing's as lonesome as a cold lonely room
Wondering all night where you are.

As we walked along the music was playing
It whispered so soft through the trees
With your arms around me I whispered "I love you"
The words seemed to float on the breeze.

Then when you told me that you would be leaving
I couldn't believe it was true
I stayed at the station long after you'd gone
Wondering what happened to you.

When the fiddler has played his last tune for the night...etc.

Now I walk alone and the music's still playing
But it's not the same without you
My days are endless now that you're gone
My nights are so lonely and blue.

Nothing's as quiet...etc.

Charlie Moore
Additional verses by Kendall Morse.
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From: kendall - PM
Date: 27 Jan 11 - 07:43 PM

I think I heard this from Lester Flatt.
It was also recorded by Priscilla Herdman and Yodeling Slim Clarke.


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Desert Dancer again:

I don't find it in Priscilla Herdman's discography.

The DT has verse 1, chorus, verse 2 as above, and this third verse, as do the various lyric sites:


Now the fiddler has played his last tune for the night
The singer has sung his last song
The mandolins and guitars and banjos are quiet
Like the music, sweetheart, you are gone.


~ Becky in Tucson