Fiddle and Bow

Oh, my name is William MacDaniel
I have come across the sea.
I am no handsome man of wealth, nor do I plan to be.
But I've a treasure fit for kings and beggars all the same
She comes with me where'er I go.
Sometimes she calls my name.
My father worked his life away diggin' for the coal.
To the central lowlands every day with shovel he would go,
And he left for me the only thing he felt he had 'twas fine.
It's my pride and joy.
It's yours now, boy, with a note he left behind:
CHORUS:
No apple falls far from a tree.
Now I pass this fiddle down to thee.
Hold it near your heart and soul.
Let your passions guide your goal.
And when the music sweet doth play,
Oh, know I'll be not far away.
Though my body lies down with the cold,
My spirit lies for you to hold.
Fiddle and bow.
So with fiddle strapped upon my back
I set out to see new land.
I have lived a while in rovin' life, played to meek and grand.
And to all, I play with all I have.
I could not help believe
When I'd draw the bow across the strings, this is how I'd set 'em free.
CHORUS:
No apple falls far from a tree.
Now I pass this fiddle down to thee.
Hold it near your heart and soul.
Let your passions guide your goal.
And when the music sweet doth play,
Oh, know I'll be not far away.
Though my body lies down with the cold,
My spirit lies for you to hold.
Fiddle and bow.