Fiddler's Farewell/Duet
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PART II
Duet
(I sing with myself)
Out of my sorrow
I'll build a stair,
And every to-morrow
Will climb to me there—
I'll build a stair,
And every to-morrow
Will climb to me there—
With ashes of yesterday
In its hair.
In its hair.
My fortune is made
Of a stab in the side,
My debts are paid
In pennies of pride—
Of a stab in the side,
My debts are paid
In pennies of pride—
Little red coins
In a heart I hide.
In a heart I hide.
The stones that I eat
Are ripe for my needs,
My cup is complete
With the dregs of deeds—
Are ripe for my needs,
My cup is complete
With the dregs of deeds—
Clear are the notes
Of my broken reeds.
Of my broken reeds.
I carry my pack
Of aches and stings,
Light with the lack
Of all good things—
Of aches and stings,
Light with the lack
Of all good things—
But not on my back,
Because of my wings!
Because of my wings!