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September 17th for a girl I know it's mothers day

The sun has gone and left and that's were he will stay

Wind on the weather vein

Tearin' blue I sail them in

As false staff sings a sorrowful refrain for a boy in fiddlers green

His tiny knotted heart well I guess it never worked too good

A timber tore apart and the water gorged the wood

You can hear her wispered prayer

For men at mass that always lend

The same when it moves ahead

Moves a boy through fiddlers green

Nothing changed away

Ah nothings changed anyway

Ah anytime today

He doesn't know a soul

And there's no-where that he's really been

But he won't travel on alone

No not in fiddlers green

His lungs are filled with rain

As childrens eyes turn sleepily

As false staff sings a sorrowful refrain for a boy in fiddlers green

Fiddlers Green - Stereophonics