My old man had a rounder's soul, he'd hear an old freight train, then he'd have to go. 我的老男人有全才的灵魂，他会听到一个古老的货运列车，那么他就必须去。

Said he'd been blessed with the gypsy bone, 说他会一直拥有得天独厚的吉普赛骨，

that's the reason they guessed he'd been cursed to roam. 这就是他们猜到他会被诅咒漫游的原因。

   

Came into town back before the war, didn't even know what it was he was looking for. 走进镇回战前，甚至不知道那是什么，他一直在寻找。

He carried a tattered bag for his violin, it was full of lots of songs and places that he'd been. 他拿了一包破烂，他的小提琴，那是充满了大量的歌曲和地方是他一直。

He talked real easy, had a smiling way to pass along to you when his fiddle played. 他谈到真正的方便，有一个微笑的方式传递下去给你当他的小提琴演奏。

   

Making people drop their cares and woes to hum out loud those tunes that his fiddle bowed. 让人们放弃他们的忧虑和悲哀地哼出声来的曲子，他的小提琴鞠躬。

Till the people there began to join that sound, and everyone in town was laughing, 到那里的人开始加入声音，每个人都在城里笑，

singing, dancing round. 唱歌，跳舞轮。

Like the fiddler's tune was all they heard that night, 就像小提琴手的调教是他们所听到的那个晚上，

as if some dream said, "All the world is right," 仿佛有些梦说， “所有的世界是正确的， ”

   

His fiddler's eye caught one beauty there. She had that rolling, flowing, golden kind of hair. 他小提琴手的眼睛抓住了1美女在那里。她有这样的滚动，流动的，金色的那种发型。

He played for her as if she danced alone, he played his favorite songs, ones he called his own. 他打了她，仿佛她独自跳舞，他打出了自己最喜欢的歌曲，那些他所谓自己。

He played until she was the last to go, stopped and packed his case, said he'd take her home. 他打了，直到她是最后一个走，停了下来，收拾好自己的情况下，说他会带她回家。

All the nights that passed a child was born. 所有通过一个孩子的夜晚诞生了。

All the years that passed, love would keep them warm. 所有这些岁月的流逝，爱会保暖。

All their lives they'd share a dream come true, all because she danced so well to his fiddle tune. 他们的生活，他们会分享一个梦想成真，全是因为她跳舞这么好他的小提琴曲子。

   

My old man had a rounder's soul, he'd hear an old freight train, then he'd have to go. 我的老男人有全才的灵魂，他会听到一个古老的货运列车，那么他就必须去。

All that I recall he said when I was so young 所有这一切，我记得他说的时候我还这么年轻

was no one else could really sing those songs he sung. 没有人能真正唱这些歌曲，他唱。