Playing My Fiddle

I played my fiddle today.
I wished I could have played all day,
But my arms got tired
And I had to put it away.

I played my fiddle today.
While a soft breeze blew
And the yellow grass turned green.
There was a moment or two
When the bow touched the string
That I knew
Music is in everything.

I played my fiddle today.
Or maybe it played for me.
Sometimes it is hard to see
Where the music begins
And my spirit ends.

I played my fiddle today.
Some nice Irish tunes.
I still faulter and fumble
And make mistakes
But there are moments
When the magic takes
I hope someday
I can play for a room,
and if I do
They will feel it too.