The Folksong and the Fiddle

Take me to the time of the folksong and the fiddle,
When men's intentions weren't such a twisted riddle,
When reading books and playing outside was all we could do,
We valued honesty, integrity, and things that were true.

Yes, back to the time of the folksong and the fiddle,
When man's morals weren't so caught in the middle,
Every house on Sunday, vacant, except for the Lord's,
And violence and hatred didn't emerge by the hoards.

Take me to the time of the folksong and the fiddle,
When the cares of this world to us meant so little,
We started school with Sacred Prayer and loyal Pledge,
Our children felt safe and weren't always on edge.

Take me to the time of the folksong and the fiddle,
When men labored to provide and did not piddle,
When trust for fellow man was common and real,
And a man's word was enough to close any deal.

Oh for the time of the folksong and the fiddle,
When we didn't just sit back, dilly dally and twiddle,
A time when we finished everything that we start,
A time when God was still on the throne of our heart.

Let's go back to the time of the folksong and the fiddle,
When we lived by the Good Book, every jot and Tittle,
When we spoiled not the child and spared not the rod,
A time when we loved our neighbor and we loved our God.

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