Fiddlers Green

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2.

September 17th

For a girl I know it's Mother's Day

Her son is gonna leave, yeah

And that's where he will stay

Wind on the weather vane

Tearing blue eyes sailing me

As five stars sings the sorrow for a friend

For a boy in fiddler's green

It's tiny, not it hot

Well, I guess it never worked too good

The timber tore apart

And the water gorged the wood

You can hear his whispered prayer

For men at best that always lean

The same wind that moves the hair

Moves the boy through Fiddler's Green

Ah, nothing's changed anyway

Ah, nothing's changed anyway

On anything today

He doesn't know a soul

There's nowhere else he's really been

But he won't travel long alone

No, not in Fiddler's Green

Balloons are filled with rain As children's eyes turn sleepy me

And Faust I sings a sorrowful refrain For a boy in fiddler's green