Fiddler's Green - The Tragically Hip

作词：Gordon Edgar Downie/Rob Baker/Johnny Fay/Paul Langlois/Gord Sinclair

作曲：Gordon Edgar Downie/Rob Baker/Johnny Fay/Paul Langlois/Gord Sinclair

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 weather vane

Tearin' 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

Nothing's changed anyway

Nothing's changed anyway

Anytime today

It 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