Fiddler's Green Songtext

von Marley's Ghost

As I strolled by the dockside one morning so fair,
To take the salt water and breath the sea air,
I spied an old fisherman singing this song,
"Help me now boys, for my time isn't long

Dress me up in me oilskins and jumper.
No more by the docks I'll be seen.
Just tell me old shipmates,
I'm taking a trip, mates.
And I'll see ya someday in Fiddler's Green.

Now Fiddler's Green is a place, I hear tell,
Where the fisherman go, if they don't go to hell.
Where the sun always shines and the dolphins do play,
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away.

Dress me up in me oilskins and jumper.
No more by the docks I'll be seen.
Just tell me old shipmates,
I'm taking a trip, mates.
And I'll see ya someday in Fiddler's Green.

Where the weather is clear and there's never a gale,
And the fish jump onboard with a flip of their tail.
You lie on the decks and there's no work to do,
And the Captain's below, making tea for the crew.

Dress me up in me oilskins and jumper.
No more by the docks I'll be seen.
Just tell me old shipmates,
I'm taking a trip, mates.
And I'll see ya someday in Fiddler's Green.

When you put into port and the long day is through,
There's pubs and there's clubs, and there's lassies there too.
The girls are all pretty and the beer is all free,
And there's bottles of rum lying under each tree.

Dress me up in me oilskins and jumper.
No more by the docks I'll be seen.
Just tell me old shipmates,
I'm taking a trip, mates.
And I'll see ya someday in Fiddler's Green.

Now I don't want a harp, not a halo, not me.
Just give me a deck and the free-rolling sea.
The wind and the rigging will sing me a song.
And I'll play my old squeezebox as we roll along

Dress me up in me oilskins and jumper.
No more by the docks I'll be seen.
Just tell me old shipmates,
I'm taking a trip, mates.
And I'll see ya someday in Fiddler's Green.
Just tell me old ship mates,
I'm taking a trip, mates.
And I'll see ya someday in Fiddler's Green.