One Last Folk Song

You at the back there,
please keep your voice down.
Someone is singing.
Someone
is singing
her heart out just for me.

It's open mic night,
so she is nervous.
She fumbles her chords.
She fumbles
her chords but
still wings it beautifully.

Look up at the high, high ceiling.
In here, the music has so much space to fill,
so let's fill it with warm, fuzzy feelings.
They've always been here and they always will.

You at the bar there,
what are you playing?
Is that a fiddle?
Is that
a fiddle?
Well, open up your case.

Come up and join us
for one last folk song.
Let's leave an echo.
Let's leave
an echo
when they board up this place.

Look up at the high, high ceiling.
In here, the music has so much space to fill,
so let's fill it with warm, fuzzy feelings.
They've always been here and they always will.

Look up at the high, high ceiling.
In here, the music has so much space to fill,
so let's fill it with warm, fuzzy feelings.
We've always been here and we always will.

Come up and join us
for one last folk song.
Let's leave an echo.
Let's leave
an echo
when they pull down this place.

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This song was written to say goodbye to one of the finest, friendliest pubs in Paris, The Coolin, where it was our pleasure to play on numerous occasions. Well, not goodbye - just au revoir.