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Fiddlers Green

September 17th, for a girl I know it's mothers day

Her 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 GreenHis tiny, knotted heart, well I guess it never worked too good

A timber tore apart and the water gorged the wood

You can hear her whispered prayer for men at mass that always lend

The same wind that moves her hair, moves a boy through Fiddler's GreenNothing's changed anyway

Ah, nothing's changed anyway, ah anytime, todayHe doesn't know a soul and there's nowhere that he's really been

But he won't travel on 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

Songwriters

Richard Jones;Stuart Cable;Kelly JonesPublished by

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