Uncle Pen
Oh 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 evening 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 he played an old tune called Soldier's Joy and the one they called Boston Boy
And the greatest of all was Jenny Lind to me that's where fiddlin' begin
Late in the evening about sundown...
I'll never forget that mournful day when Uncle Pen was called away
They hang up his fiddle they hang up his bow they know it was time for him to go
Late in the evening about sundown...
Tio Pen
Oh, 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, 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, ele tocava uma velha canção chamada 'Alegria do Soldado' e a que chamavam de 'Garoto de Boston'
E a melhor de todas era Jenny Lind, pra mim é aí que a música começa
No final da tarde, ao pôr do sol...
Nunca vou esquecer aquele dia triste quando o Tio Pen foi chamado
Eles guardaram seu violino, guardaram seu arco, sabiam que era hora dele partir
No final da tarde, ao pôr do sol...