He was stranded in some tiny town on fair Prince Edward Isle, 他被滞留在一些小镇上的爱德华王子公平岛，

awaiting for a ship to come and find him 等待的船过来找他

A one-horse place, a friendly face, some coffee and a tiny trace 一个一匹马的地方，一个友好的面孔，一些咖啡和一个微小的痕迹

of fiddling in the distance far behind him. 的摆弄远在他身后的距离。

   

A dime across the counter, then, a shy hello, a brand new friend. 越过柜台一毛钱，那么，一个害羞的问候，一个全新的朋友。

A walk along the street in the wintry weather. 沿着这条街在寒冷的天气里散步。

A yellow light, an open door, a welcome friend, there's room for more, 黄灯，一个敞开的门，一个值得欢迎的朋友，有更多空间，

And then they're standing there inside together. 然后他们在里面一起站在那里。

   

He said I've heard that tune before somewhere, but I can't remember when. 他说，我听说，前调的地方，但我不记得。

Was it on some other friendly shore or did I hear it on the wind? 是不是在其他一些友好的岸边，还是我听到它在风中？

Was it written on the sky above? I think I heard it from someone I love, 它被写在上面的天空？我觉得我从我爱的人听见了，

but I never heard it sound so sweet since then 但我从来没有听说过它的声音如此甜美自此

   

Now his feet begin to tap, a little boy says I'll take your hat. 现在，他的脚开始挖掘，一个小男孩说：我把你的帽子。

He's caught up in the magic of her smile. 他陷入了对她的微笑的魔力。

And leap, the heart inside him went, and off across the floor he sent 和飞跃，在他里面的心脏去了，过对面就差地板

his clumsy body graceful as a child. 他笨拙的身体曼妙的孩子。

   

He said there's magic in the fiddler's arm, there's magic in this town. 他说，有魔法提琴手的手臂，还有魔术在这个镇上。

There's magic in the dancers' feet and the way they put them down. 有神奇的舞者的脚，他们把他们放下的方式。

People smiling everywhere, boots and ribbons, locks of hair, 面带微笑的人到处都是，靴子和发带，锁，

and laughter and old blue suits and Easter gowns. 和笑声，老蓝西装和复活节礼服。

   

Now the sailor's gone, the room is bare, the old piano's sitting there, 现在水手的走了，房间裸露，老钢琴的坐在那里，

someone's hat's left hanging on the rack. 一个人的帽子的左侧挂在架上。

And empty chairs, the wooden floor that feels the touch of shoes no more, 和空椅子，木地板，感觉触摸的鞋没了，

awaiting for the dancers to come back. 等待的舞者回来。

   

And the fiddle's in the closet of some daughter of the town. 而小提琴的，在镇的一些女儿的衣柜里。

The strings are broke and the bow is gone and the cover's buttoned down. 该字符串是破产和弓消失，且盖的扣了下来。

But sometimes on December nights, when the air is cold and the wind is right, 但有时在十二月的夜晚，当空气是冷的，风是正确的，

There's a melody that passes through this town. 有一种旋律穿过这个小镇。