Uncle Pen

Tio Pen

Uncle Pen

No final da tarde, perto do pôr do solLate in the evening about sundown
Lá no alto da colina, acima da cidadeHigh on the hill and up above the town
Tio Pen tocava o violino e como soava bemUncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring
Você podia ouvir ele falar, podia ouvir ele cantarYou could hear it talk you could hear it sing

Oh, o povo vinha de longeOh the people would come from far away
Dançavam a noite toda até o amanhecerThey'd dance all night till the break of day
Quando o chamador gritava 'do-se-do'When the caller hollered do-se-do
Sabíamos que o Tio Pen estava pronto pra tocarWe knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

No final da tarde, perto do pôr do sol...Late in the evening about sundown...

[ violino - banjo ][ fiddle - banjo ]
Ele tocava uma velha canção chamada Alegria do SoldadoWell he played an old tune called Soldier's Joy
E a que chamavam de Menino de BostonAnd the one they called Boston Boy
E a maior de todas era Jenny LindAnd the greatest of all was Jenny Lind
Pra mim, é aí que os violinos começaramTo me that's where the fiddles began

No final da tarde, perto do pôr do sol...Late in the evening about sundown...

[ violino - dobro ][ fiddle - dobro ]
Bem, eu nunca vou esquecer aquele dia tristeWell I'll never forget that mournful day
Quando o Tio Pen foi chamado pra irWhen Uncle Pen was called away
Eles guardaram seu violino, guardaram seu arcoThey hang up his fiddle they hang up his bow
Sabiam que era hora dele partirThey know it was time for him to go

No final da tarde, perto do pôr do sol...Late in the evening about sundown...