Fiddler's Green

(One, two, three, four)
 (One, two)
 September seventeen
 For a girl I know, it's Mother's Day
 Her son has gone alee
 And that's where he will stay
 Wind on a 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 prayer
 For men at masts that always lean
 The same wind that moves her hair
 Moves her boy through Fiddler's Green
 Ah, nothing's changed anyway
 Ah, nothing's changed anyway
 Oh, anytime 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