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