There once was a fiddler, festivities she'd play

Hat on her head, boots on her feet, requests ever which way.

At twenty-two, she'd yet to find,

A man appreciative of her brilliant mind.

She planned a future -- a white picket fence,

Children running wild, and a handsome prince.

At night, looking up at the moon,

She'd ask God, "Won't you send a man soon?

Someone to have, to hold, to play,

Twin fiddle with me to 'I'll Fly Away'?"

One night, in a small town of Tennessee,

Just moving from the Alps of Italy,

She was performing at a stock show, and as she was leaving,

A gentleman says, "Pardon me miss, I think you dropped something...

You caused my jaw to drop to the floor.

You're the prettiest lass I ever seen before!"

In all his confidence, she was impressed.

As corny a pick-up line it was, she gave him a chance.

She fell for his witty humor, the dimples on his cheeks,

His brown flowing hair, he made her weak in the knees.

And to top it all off, he fiddled as well.

His passion for music and dancing was swell.

As a carpenter, he could whittle and such

Clever menagerie, there was not much

He couldn't make with a blade and his brain.

His talent for whittling was crazy insane.

As the love for his fiddling soulmate grew,

He decided to propose marriage, but wasn't sure on how he would do

The grand gesture, the popping of the question,

He wanted to incorporate their shared passion.

Then it hit him, the light came on in his mind.

He would whittle a box of pure pine.

As the fiddle-shaped box opened, it played their favorite song

"Faded Love" as the two wooden figures twirled along.

With a tear in the young fiddler's eye,

When the song was over, she looked down to find

Her fiddling soulmate down on one knee,

And holding a ring, asks, "Will you marry me?"

With no time to spare, she said, "Of course!" to the anxious male.

And so concludes the fiddler's tale.