Fiddler s green — Tragically Hip

Verse

September seventeen To a girl I know it's mothers 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 on Fiddler's Green

Verse

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

Bridge

Oh, nothing's changed anyway Oh, nothing's changed anyway Anytime today

Verse

He doesn't know a soul And there's nowhere that he's really been But he won't travel long alone No not on Fiddler's Green Balloons all filled with rain As children's eyes turn sleepy mean And Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain For a boy on Fiddler's Green