Fiddler's Green Songtext
von The Tragically Hip

(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