Fiddler's Green

September seventeen

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

Her son has gone alee

And that's where he will stay

The wind on the weathervane

Tearing blue eyes sailor mean

As Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain

For a boy in Fiddler's Green

His tiny knotted heart

Well, I guess it never worked to good

The timber tore apart

And the water gorged the wood

You can hear her whispered prayer

For men at masts that always lean

The same wind that moves her hair

Moves her boy through Fiddler's Green

Nothing's changed anyway

Nothing's changed anyway

Any time today

He doesn't know a soul

There's nowhere that he's really been

But he won't travel long alone

No, not in Fiddler's Green

Balloons all filled with rain

As children's eyes turn sleepy mean

And Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain

For a boy in Fiddler's Green