Thursday, January 29, 2009

Fiddler on the roof ...

This is a lovely little song, I learnt it in school. I still remember some lines of it. Just few days back, someone being online day&night, someone I know, reminded me of this song.

The lyrics are as follows:

Away above my head I see the strangest sight
A fiddler on the roof who's up there day and night
He fiddles when it rains, he fiddles when it snows
I've never seen him rest, yet on and on he goes

What does it mean, this fiddler on the roof
Who fiddles every night and fiddles every noon
Why should he pick so curious a place
To play his little fiddler's tune

An unexpected breeze could blow him to the ground
Yet after every storm, I see he's still around
Whatever each day brings, this odd outlandish man
He plays his simple tune as sweetly as he can

A fiddler on the roof, a most unlikely sight
It might not mean a thing, but then again it might!

I thought it was a fitting tribute to this person, who always amazes me with his enthusiasm and zeal.