Uncle Pen
Late in the evenin' about sundown high on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing
Well the people would come from far away they'd dance all night till the break of day
When the caller hollered do-se-do we knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evenin'...
Well he played an old tune called Soldier's Joy and the one they called Boston Boy
The greatest of all was Jenny Lind to me that's where the fiddlin' began
Late in the evenin'...
[ fiddle ]
Well I'll never forget that mournful day when Uncle Pen was called away
Hang up his fiddle hang up his bow knew it was time for him to go
Late in the evenin'...
Tio Pen
No final da tarde, ao pôr do sol, lá no alto da colina e acima da cidade
Tio Pen tocava o violino e como ele fazia ecoar
Você podia ouvir ele falar, você podia ouvir ele cantar
Bem, o povo vinha de longe, dançava a noite toda até o amanhecer
Quando o chamador gritava 'do-se-do', sabíamos que o Tio Pen estava pronto pra tocar
No final da tarde...
Ele tocava uma velha canção chamada 'Alegria do Soldado' e a que chamavam de 'Garoto de Boston'
O maior de todos era Jenny Lind, pra mim foi aí que a música começou
No final da tarde...
[ violino ]
Bem, eu nunca vou esquecer aquele dia triste quando o Tio Pen teve que partir
Desligar seu violino, guardar seu arco, sabia que era hora de ir
No final da tarde...