The Tragically Hip’sFiddler’s Green Lyrics
September seventeen for a girl
I know it’s mother’s day here son has gone alee and that’s where he will stay 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 too good the timber tore apart And the water gorged the wood you can hear her whispered a prayer for men at masts that always lean that the same wind that moves her hair moves a boy through fiddler’s green he doesn’t know a soul and there’s nowhere that he’s really been but he won’t travel long alone any, 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
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