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 weathervane
  Tearing 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
  That same wind that moves her hair
  Moves a boy through Fiddler's Green
  Ohhhh nothing changed anyway
  Ahh nothing's changed anyway
  Ahh anytime the day
  He doesn't know a soul
  And 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