Fiddlers Green

The ships pulled in
And the harbours full of gold
The gales turn the galleons on home
The cuckoo she's a wailing a pretty song
And the sky's blue
And November's rolling on

So come on down and talk your troubles out
To a pretty bar maiden pouring another stout
The drinks are all free in fiddler's green
And waters calm and clear as the spring

Dave's in the back making the people laugh
Telling stories about Tony and small mouth bass
There ain't been a fish Dave never caught
Was the best damn angler we've ever lost

Step outside where the weathers fine for a smoke
And the view can't be beat on the coast
You don't grow tired and you never grow old
And the neon signs always glow

It's a mighty fine sight here to see
All these fine people you and me
This is the place I don't ever wanna leave
A sea side bar they call the fiddler's green



Credits
Writer(s): Aleks Stoykosky
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