refrain (mtl) - 12332

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fiddler's green

 

 

September seventeen

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

Her son has gone alee

& that's where he will stay

Wind on the weather vane

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 too good

The timber tore apart

& 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

Or 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

& Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain

For a boy in Fiddler's Green

 

 

 

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