The Tragically Hip - Fiddler's Green скачать видео бесплатно

One of my all time favorites from the Hip. An old classic from their Road Apples CD. Like most of their music some pretty deep lyrics. Fiddler's green is where sailors go when they die. On the surface the song is about a sailor dieing, but i think Gord Downie uses it as a metaphor about someones child dying with a heart condition "His tiny knotted heart, well I guess it never worked too good, the timber tore apart and the water gorged the wood." It's a sad song.

Lyrics:

September Seventeen

For a girl I know it's Mother's Day

Here 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

The timber tore apart

And the water gorged the wood

You can hear her whispered prayer

For men at masts that always lean

That the same wind that moves her hair

Moves a boy through Fiddler's Green

He doesn't know a soul

And 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