Lyrics
There's a fiddle in the evening, down the lane Playing something slow and soft and a little sad I leave my porch light on, I don't know why It's the only kind of hello I've ever had Play on, play on, I'm listening From the window with the lamp turned low Come up the steps if you're lonesome The porch is lit and the door's not locked Play on, play on, I'm listening He never waves, he never says a word Just rosin and a bow and the cooling air But last night he played a tune I knew My mother used to hum it on the stair Play on, play on, I'm listening From the window with the lamp turned low Come up the steps if you're lonesome The porch is lit and the door's not locked Play on, play on, I'm listening Some people talk with words Some with strings across the fence I think we're friends already Though we've never made a sound but this Play on, play on, I'm listening From the window with the lamp turned low Come up the steps if you're lonesome The porch is lit and the door's not locked Play on, play on, I'm listening Play on I'm listening