Tragically Hip - Fiddlers green

September seven^Eteen To a girl I know it's ^Amothers day Her son has gone ^Ealee And that's where he will ^Bstay Wind on the weather^Evane Tearing blue eyes ^Asailor mean As Falstaff sings a ^Esorrowful refrain ^DFor a boy on Fiddler's ^EGreen

His tiny knotted ^Eheart Well I guess it never ^Aworked too good The timber tore a^Epart And the water gorged the ^Bwood You can hear her whispered ^Eprayer For men at masts that a^Always lean The same wind that moves her ^Ehair ^DMoves her boy through Fiddler's ^EGreen

Oh, ^Bnothing's changed any^Away Oh, ^Bnothing's changed any^Away Anyt^Bime toda^Ey

He doesn't know a ^Esoul And there's nowhere that he's ^Areally been But he won't travel l^Eong alone No not on Fiddler's ^BGreen Balloons all filled with ^Erain As children's eyes turn ^Asleepy mean And Falstaff sings a sor^Erowful refrain ^DFor a boy on Fiddler's ^EGreen