You’re gonna be a fiddler someday
But you better get to practicing before you’re old and grey
And your best years slip away
We laughed and joked and skipped along the way
And wondered if we’d ever be nostalgic for these days
When we are old and grey
Sat with a sad old man in a dark cafe
Asked him what he’s living for, he said, Not much these days
You are young, you best be on your way
We walked all day and on into the night
Got there just before the shining early morning light
And it was such a sight
No matter what you’re dreaming you will be
A fiddler and astronaut or the man that's on TV
Well do it, don’t just wait and see
