Magic in the Town

He was standing in some tiny town in fair Prince Edward Island. Waiting for a

ship to come and find him. A one-horse place, an empty space. Some coffee and

a tiny trace. Fiddlin' in the distance far behind him. A dime across

the counter then. A shy hello, a brand new friend. Walked along the

streets in the wintry weather. Yellow lights, an open door. Welcome friend,

there's room for more. Soon they're standing there beside together. He said,

"I've heard that tune before somewhere. But I can't remember when. Was it written

on some friendly shore? Did I hear it on the wind?