Fiddler's Green - The Tragically Hip

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 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

That same wind that moves her hair

Moves a boy through fiddler’s green

Ohhhh 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 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