A Scottish Waltz came to me while listening the Scotland’s Fochaber Fiddlers, a group of about twenty students from the town of Fochaber that was playing at the Victoria Folk Music Society weekly get together. They were playing a lovely instrumental waltz and I allowed my imagination to take me where it would.
In my minds eye I found myself in the small wooden church of a little harbor town. I had been happily married here but she was gone now. As I stood listening to the music I remembered one of our last moments together, dancing to this particular waltz. It was a long time ago.
In a small island town, they are playing tonight
The Fochaber Fiddlers from the town on the Spey
We locals are tapping our feet to their tunes
At the end of their tour and our day
They play jigs and reels, they play songs from home
Songs that are new, and songs that are dear
And everything’s fine until that Scottish Waltz
Reminds me that my love isn’t here.
The Fochaber Fiddlers are playing a waltz
As sweet and as fine as can be
And I close my eyes, imagine her in my arms
Dancing this Scottish waltz here with me
She’d said, when I’m gone from your eyes and your arms
I’ll be here in your songs and your heart
We danced one more waltz, I can still feel her close
As we took one more turn ‘round the room
The Fochaber Fiddlers are playing that waltz
As sweet and as fine as can be
And I close my eyes, imagine her in my arms
Dancing this Scottish waltz here with me.
