When you see Allan Benjamin,
If you could please mention to him,
I’d like to hear him play again.
Tell him to come our way again.
When he came down to play folklore,
I’d never heard him play before.
I didn’t know what to expect,
Now I wonder what he’ll do next.
Chorus:
He plays fiddle sitting in bed,
Or he plays standing on his head.
And that old lady sure sounds good,
Playing fiddle like sawing wood.
(Fiddle Break)
I laughed so hard, I thought I’d die.
The Elders laughed so hard, they cried.
So I’m asking you, my good friend,
Send Allan back this way again.
You’ll find him out at the airport,
Working on his weather report.
Or maybe he’s out on his snowshoes,
Doing what he really loves to do.
Chorus:
He likes being out on the land,
He’s proud to be a Gwitchin man.
People get happy at his shows,
Especially wearing Granny’s clothes.
(Fiddle Break)
When you see Allan Benjamin,
Give this message to him, my friend.
I’d like to hear him play again.
Tell him to come our way again.
(Ed. Note: Allan Benjamin has asked Old Crow youth to try some poems in his Didee/Didoo space.)
