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E
September seventeen
A
To a girl I know it's mothers day
E
Her son has gone alee
B
And that's where he will stay
E
Wind on the weathervane
A
Tearing blue eyes sailor mean
E
As Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain
D E
For a boy on Fiddler's Green
E
His tiny knotted heart
A
Well I guess it never worked too good
E
The timber tore apart
B
And the water gorged the wood
E
You can hear her whispered prayer
A
For men at masts that always lean
E
The same wind that moves her hair
D E
Moves her boy through Fiddler's Green
B A
Oh, nothing's changed anyway
B A
Oh, nothing's changed anyway
B E
Anytime today
E
He doesn't know a soul
A
And there's nowhere that he's really been
E
But he won't travel long alone
B
No not on Fiddler's Green
E
Balloons all filled with rain
A
As children's eyes turn sleepy mean
E
And Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain
D E
For a boy on Fiddler's Green
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