September 17, for a girl I know it's Mother's Day
Her son is gonna leave, and that's where he will stay
Wind on the weather vane, tear in blue eyes sailing in
As Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain for a boy in Fiddler's Green
A tiny knotted heart, well I guess it never worked too good
A timber tore apart, and the water gouged the woods
You could hear her whispered prayer, for a man at my side always there
That same wind that moves her hair, moves a boy through Fiddler's Green
Oh, nothing's changed anyway
Oh, nothing's changed anyway
Oh, and it's end of day
He doesn't know her soul, and there's nowhere that he'd really been
But he won't travel on alone, no, not in Fiddler's Green
Balloons are filled with rain, and children's eyes tend to sleep in
And Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain for a boy in Fiddler's Green
Oh, nothing's changed anyway