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