Lirik Lagu Uncle Pen - Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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Oh the people would come from far awayThey'd dance all night till the break of dayWhen the caller hollered "do-se-do"You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evening about sundownHigh on the hill and above the townUncle Pen played the fiddle lord how it would ringYou could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
He played an old piece he called "Soldier's Joy"And the one called "The Boston Boy"The greatest of all was "Jenny Lynn"To me that's where the fiddle begins
I'll never forget that mournful dayWhen Uncle Pen was called awayThey hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bowThey knew it was time for him to go
Late in the evening about sundownHigh on the hill and above the townUncle Pen played the fiddle lord how it would ringYou could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
He played an old piece he called "Soldier's Joy"And the one called "The Boston Boy"The greatest of all was "Jenny Lynn"To me that's where the fiddle begins
I'll never forget that mournful dayWhen Uncle Pen was called awayThey hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bowThey knew it was time for him to go
