September 17th, for a girl i know it's mothers day
The sun has gone and left, and that's were he will stay
Wind on the weather vein
Tearin' blue i sail them in
As false staff sings a sorrowful refrain for a boy in fiddlers 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 wispered prayer,
For men at mass that always lend
The same when it moves ahead,
Moves a boy through fiddlers green

Nothing changed away,
Ah nothings changed anyway,
Ah anytime today

He doesn't know a soul,
And there's no-where that he's really been
But he won't travel on alone,
No not in fiddlers green
His lungs are filled with rain,
As childrens eyes turn sleepily
As false staff sings a sorrowful refrain for a boy in fiddlers green