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Track 11 from their second album “Road Apples” released in 1991 copyright MCA Records. The guys were on a roll, with another great release, that really established their sound and identity. It achieved Platinum status almost immediately and in 2017, achieved Diamond status for sales of over one million copies in Canada. The album contained five songs that were released as singles. Written by The Tragically Hip and produced by Don Smith. RIP Gord Downie. Featuring: Gord Downie – Lead vocals Rob Baker – Lead, slide, rhythm & acoustic guitars Paul Langlois – Rhythm & acoustic guitars & background vocals Gord Sinclair – Bass & background vocals Johnny Fay – Drums One, two, three, four, Gord One, two, three, four, one, two 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 weather vane, tearin' 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 The same wind that moves her hair, moves her boy through Fiddler's Green Ah, nothin's changed anyway Ah, nothin's changed anyway Oh, anytime today It 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