Fiddler's Green Lyrics

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