Текст песни Fiddlers Green - Stereophonics

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 Fiddler's 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 Fiddler's 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 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