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Fiddlers 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
Wind on the weathervane
Tearing blue eyes sailor-mean
As Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain
For a boy in Fiddlers 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
That same wind that moves her hair
Moves a boy through Fiddlers Green

Ohh nothing changed anyway
Ahh nothing's changed anyway
Ahh anytime the day

He doesn't know a soul
And there's nowhere that he's really been
But he won't travel long alone
No not in Fiddlers Green
Balloons all filled with rain
As children's eyes turn sleepy-mean
And Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain
For a boy in Fiddlers Green
Ohh ooh...

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