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
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-hi-diddle diddle
'Twixt my heart, Tom, and his fiddle
And ever 'twill be
Hi-hi-hi-hi
Through eternity
He plays the violin

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