Uncle Pen
The people would come from far away they'd dance all night till the break of day
When they'd call and holler do-se-do we knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evenin' about sundown high on the hill and above the tour
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it could ring
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing
[ fiddle - banjo ]
He played an old tune called Soldier's Joy and the one they called Boston Boy
And the greatest of all was Ginny Lynn to me that's where fiddlin' begin
Late in the evenin'...
[ fiddle - banjo ]
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 evenin'...
Tio Pen
O povo vinha de longe, dançava a noite toda até o amanhecer
Quando chamavam e gritavam, faziam a roda, sabíamos que o Tio Pen estava pronto pra tocar
No final da tarde, ao pôr do sol, lá no alto da colina, acima da cidade
O Tio Pen tocava o violino e como ele fazia ecoar
Você podia ouvir ele falar, você podia ouvir ele cantar
[ violino - banjo ]
Ele tocava uma velha canção chamada Alegria do Soldado e a que chamavam de Menino de Boston
E a melhor de todas era Ginny Lynn, pra mim é aí que a música começa
No final da tarde...
[ violino - banjo ]
Nunca vou esquecer aquele dia triste quando o Tio Pen foi chamado pra ir
Eles guardaram seu violino, guardaram seu arco, sabiam que era hora dele partir
No final da tarde...