James G Barry - The Fife of Destiny Lyrics

The persimmon flute from the Pennsylvania hills.
Easy pull and tune that thrills.
Ab be the key if it could be tuned.
Play it best under a Delaware moon
Lawrence once walked front of the line
In a field of green as stars shined
A ball fired landed in his side
His fife was collected and carried in pride
Don was a master of all he saw
He could play anything with holes and a reed
When he pickup up the fife with delight
He realized it couldn't be tuned it and cried all night
Its been said that its sound can erase your mind
Leave you travelling in the woods for all of time
Lost to your thoughts humming that tune
Beware the fife played under a Delaware moon