By Bill Staines
Oh, the night was clear,
And the stars were a-shinin'.
The moon came up so quiet in the sky.
All the people gathered 'round,
And the band was a-tunin'.
I can hear them now,
Playin' "Comin' Through The Rye."
You were dressed in blue and you looked so lovely,
Just a gentle flower of a small-town girl.
You took my hand and we stepped to the music,
And with a single smile, you became my world.
And we danced all night To the fiddle and the banjo.
Their drifting tunes seemed to fill the air.
So long ago, but I can still remember
How we fell in love at the Roseville Fair.
Now we courted well, and we courted dearly,
And we'd rock for hours on your front porch chair.
Then a year went by from the time that I met you,
And I made you mine at the Roseville Fair.
So here's a song for all the lovers,
And here's a tune that they can share.
May they dance all night To the fiddle and the banjo
The way we did at the Roseville Fair.