FIDDLE AND THE BOW (cowriter: Girl George)

A fiddling girl and her blond haired beau
Went to the Starry Plough and
Fell in love you know
They wanted to see the world
Left everything they knew
And off to Amsterdam they flew

The fiddle and the beau make sweet music each night
Cancer and Pisces, they fit just right
Love signs are gentle, so they hang on real tight
The beau and the fiddle make sweet music each night

Cast their fates to the wind, young and alive
Got jobs teaching English, music on the side
We're happy that they're happy though
We miss them so

May it be forever after for the fiddle and the beau

The fiddle and the beau make sweet music each night
Cancer and Pisces, they fit just right
Love signs are gentle, so they hang on real tight
The beau and the fiddle make sweet music each night