Second Fiddle

A wind of change is blowing through the willow tree

She's wept a time or two for want of dignity

I hoped to god your heart might soften

But you gave no guarantee

Now I think I've seen you once too often

When in turn you've not seen me

I've played the fool, I've played the mourner

My heart is broken and my head is sore

I'll bend the rule, I'll turn that tide and this corner

But I'll play second fiddle no more

Than what I held for you there is no greater love

But now the cherubs plummet from the heavens above

No longer shall I rush to greet you

Or be at your beck and call

For far sooner than I'd choose to meet you

I'd be going to the wall

So here's to love and here's to marriage

I'll keep my heart in my bottom drawer

They're hand in glove, but to you it's cash and carriage

And I'll play second fiddle no more

No longer shall I rush to greet you

Or be at your beck and call,

For far sooner than I'd choose to meet you

I'd be going to the wall

I've played the fool, I've played the mourner

My heart is broken and my head is sore

I'll bend the rule, I'll turn that tide and this corner

And I'll play second fiddle

So I'll play second fiddle

Yes I'll play second fiddle no more

I've played the fool, I've played the mourner

My heart is broken and my head is sore

I'll bend the rule, I'll turn that tide and this corner

And I'll play second fiddle

So I'll play second fiddle

Yes I'll play second fiddle no more