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September SeventeenFor a girl I know it's Mother's DayHere son has gone aleeAnd that's where he will stayWind on the weathervaneTearing blue eyes sailor-meanAs Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrainFor a boy in Fiddler's GreenHis tiny knotted heartWell, I guess it never worked too goodThe timber tore apartAnd the water gorged the woodYou can hear her whispered prayerFor men at masts that always leanThat the same wind that moves her hairMoves a boy through Fiddler's GreenHe doesn't know a soulAnd there's nowhere that he's really beenBut he won't travel long aloneNo, not in Fiddler's GreenBalloons all filled with rainAs children's eyes turn sleepy-meanAnd Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrainFor a boy in Fiddler's Greenmore