[It's the music that attracts his attention. Always the music. It doesn't matter how well it's played or how poorly. There's still magic in the sound of someone losing themselves in a tune.
In this case, though, it does help that Geordie recognizes the piece. "King of the Fairies," a tune he's played on his fiddle more times than he can count. His fingers itch to join in but without an instrument, he's stuck with song.]
Up the airy mountain, through the rushy glen We daren't go a-hunting for fear of little men. Wee folk, good folk, trooping all together Green jacket, red cap and white owl's feather.
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In this case, though, it does help that Geordie recognizes the piece. "King of the Fairies," a tune he's played on his fiddle more times than he can count. His fingers itch to join in but without an instrument, he's stuck with song.]
Up the airy mountain, through the rushy glen
We daren't go a-hunting for fear of little men.
Wee folk, good folk, trooping all together
Green jacket, red cap and white owl's feather.