Beneath the doorway sat he
upon a seat of stone;
A braver fiddle-player
in sooth had ne’er been known.
With such sweet-sounding music
upon the strings he play’d,
That all the high-born strangers
their thanks to Volker paid.
Beneath the doorway sat he
upon a seat of stone;
A braver fiddle-player
in sooth had ne’er been known.
With such sweet-sounding music
upon the strings he play’d,
That all the high-born strangers
their thanks to Volker paid.