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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Tragically Hip
The Tragically Hip
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gord Downie
Gord Downie
Composer
Rob Baker
Rob Baker
Composer
Johnny Fay
Johnny Fay
Composer
Paul Langlois
Paul Langlois
Composer
Gord Sinclair
Gord Sinclair
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Smith
Don Smith
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
One, two, three, four
One, two
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
The same wind that moves her hair
Moves her boy through Fiddler's Green
[Bridge]
Oh, nothing's changed anyway
Oh, nothing's changed anyway
Oh, any time today
[Verse 3]
He doesn't know a soul
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
Written by: Gord Downie, Gord Sinclair, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Rob Baker
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