Fiddlers Green lyrics

September 17th, for 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 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 whispered prayer, for men at mass that always lend,
The same wind that moves her hair, moves a boy through fiddlers green,

Nothing`s changed anyway, ah nothing`s changed anyway, ah anytime, today,

He doesn`t know a soul, and there`s nowhere that he`s really been,
But he won`t travel on alone, no not in fiddlers green,
Balloons all filled with rain, as children`s eyes turn sleepy mean,
And Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain, for a boy in fiddlers green