The Tragically Hip - Fiddlers green

September sevent^Eeen to a girl I know it's^Asus2 mothers day Her son has gone al^Eee and that's where he will st^Bsus2ay Wind on the weather v^Eane tearing blue eyes^Asus2 sailor mean As Falstaff sings a s^Eorrowful refrain^D for a boy on Fiddler's Gr^Eeen

His tiny knotted he^Eart well I guess it never^Asus2 worked too good The timber tore ap^Eart and the water gorged the w^Bsus2ood You can hear her whispered p^Erayer^E7 for men at masts that alw^Asus2ays lean The same wind that moves her h^Eair^D moves her boy through Fiddler's Gr^Eeen

^Asus2 Oh, n^Bsus2othing's changed anyway ^Asus2 Oh, n^Bsus2othing's changed anyway ^Asus2 Oh, a^Bsus2nytime tod^Eay

He doesn't know a s^Eoul and there's nowhere that he's^Asus2 really been But he won't travel l^Eong alone no not on Fiddler's Gr^Bsus2een Balloons all filled with r^Eain as children's eyes turn^Asus2 sleepy mean And Falstaff sings a so^Errowful refrain^D for a boy on Fiddler's Gr^Eeen