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September 17th, for a girl I know it's Mothers 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,
A timber tore apart, and the water gorged the wood,
You can hear her whispered prayer, for men at mass that always lend,
The same wind that moves her hair, moves a boy through Fiddler's Green,
Nothing's changed anyway, ah nothing's changed anyway, ah anytime, today,
He doesn't know a soul, and there's nowhere that he's really been,
But he won't travel on 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
- Álbum:
- Keep the Village Alive
- Graffiti on the Train
- Miscellaneous
- Keep Calm And Carry On
- Pull the Pin
- Language. Sex. Violence. Other?
- Just Enough Education To Perform
- Performance And Cocktails
- Word Gets Around
- Keep The Village Alive (Deluxe)
- Performance And Cocktails - Deluxe Edition
- Live from Dakota
- Mercury Music / Q Magazine EP
- Keep the Village Alive (Deluxe Edition)
- Keep The Village Alive (Deluxe) [Deluxe Edition]
- Keep the Village Alive (Deluxe Version)
- I Wanna Get Lost With You
- White Lies
- BRIT Awards 2016
- OÜI FM Rock Awards 2016