Lyrics

Let's do it again Can we go again, Bruce? 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 The 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 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 come her way Oh, any time 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