Cary Hudson - Fiddler's Green | Текст песни

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• Cary Hudson
• Fiddler's Green

Five miles from Hell down the dusty old trail
Lies a land known as Fiddler's Green
There's a river of beer that runs through the veil
And the barmaid's a lusty colleen

There's whiskey and wine
And everything fine
Pickles and cheese for dinner
There's hoboes and sailors
And sweet painted ladies
And all sorts of good-hearted sinners

A preacherman died and went up to Heaven
He said "Hello, where is my mention?"
Saint Peter re-opened his big book and read
"This man hated drinking and dancing"
Saint Peter said "Preacher, who gave you the right
To question God's plannes so devine?
Don't you know that king David danced in the streets
And Jesus turned water to wine?"

So it's oath of you now to Fiddler's Green
For your heart was cold as a stone
You'll buss the tables and scrub pillar trims
For ten thousand years to a doom

A polititian died and he went up to heaven
He said "Where is my milk and my honey?"
Saint Peter re-opened his big book and read
"This man stole the poor people's money"
Saint Peter said "Mister, who gave you the right
To mistreat God's people this way?
They gave you their trust
But your greed and your lust
For power have lead you astray"

So it's oath of you now to Fiddler's Green
For your heart was cold as a stone
You'll buss the tables and scrub pillar trims
For ten thousand years to a doom

Then the fiddler died and he headed for Hell
For the preacher said that's where he's going
But Saint Peter said "Son, you're too good for that bunch
All the people were fond of your boheme"
So he opened up his book
And he took a long look
"Well, it says here you're sweet on the women
They danced to your tunes
By the light of the moon
And in the afternoons you took them swimming

So it's oath of you now to Foddler's Green
To play for the fancy girls
You're too bad for Heaven
But too good for Hell
So you can stay there with your pals"

Ah, five miles from Hell down the dusty old trail
Lies a land known as Fiddler's Green
There's a river of beer that runs through the veil
And the barmaid's a lusty colleen

Ah, there's whiskey and wine
And never thinned fun
Pickles and cheese for dinner
There's hoboes and sailors
And sweet painted ladies
And all sorts of good-hearted sinners