E September seventeenA To a girl I know it's mothers dayE Her son has gone aleeB And that's where he will stayE Wind on the weathervaneA Tearing blue eyes sailor meanE As Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrainD E For a boy on Fiddler's GreenE His tiny knotted heartA Well I guess it never worked too goodE The timber tore apartB And the water gorged the woodE You can hear her whispered prayerA For men at masts that always leanE The same wind that moves her hairD E Moves her boy through Fiddler's GreenB A Oh, nothing's changed anywayB A Oh, nothing's changed anywayB E Anytime todayE He doesn't know a soulA And there's nowhere that he's really beenE But he won't travel long aloneB No not on Fiddler's GreenE Balloons all filled with rainA As children's eyes turn sleepy meanE And Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrainD E For a boy on Fiddler's Green. Repeat and Fade
Fiddler's Green
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Composição: Bobby Baker, Gordon Downie, Johnny Fay, Paul Joseph Langlois e Gord Sinclair
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