| [01:30.600] | Forgotten and concealed |
| [01:33.150] | are the tales of old. |
| [01:36.410] | Yet the spirits of the field |
| [01:39.160] | I do behold. |
| [01:42.360] | A mist-like shape reveals |
| [01:44.820] | the fiddler in his prime, |
| [01:48.020] | it's an act through the time. |
| [02:18.840] | Under the starlit sky |
| [02:21.150] | shadows come alive. |
| [02:24.710] | Chapters of laughter and a sigh, |
| [02:27.270] | they do revive. |
| [02:30.760] | The mist-like shape entwines |
| [02:33.100] | the legend and the lore |
| [02:36.720] | into a conviction unsure. |