Lyrics:
on a ladder and brush
The artist with the easel
The fiddler always snaps the string and
Pop! Goes the weasel
Pop! Goes the weasel
Pop! Goes the weasel
You can trace the mystery of ancient history
Through art of artists and their models
You can comb through the Rome coliseum
And the rear
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Wind on the weathervane
Tearing blue eyes sailor-mean
As Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain
For a boy in Fiddler's Green
His tiny knotted heart
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Wind on the weathervane
Tearing blue eyes sailor-mean
As Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain
For a boy in Fiddler's Green
His tiny knotted heart
takin a trip mates
I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green
Oh in Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where sailormen go if they don't go
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We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green
Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell
Where the sky is
of a world that's dab and gray
Add a lot of colour, and frame it just that way.
You can trace the mystery of ancient history
Through art of artists and their
Good artists copy great artists steal
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