Fiddler’s Green
In legends told by sailors old, there lies a place serene,
Where skies are blue and hearts are true, it’s called Fiddler’s Green.
With endless seas and gentle breeze, where sorrow never stays,
The music plays through endless days, in warm and golden rays.
For those who sail the stormy gale, this paradise awaits,
In Fiddler’s Green, where dreams convene, beyond the pearly gates.
Mariner’s Rest
In the heart of Fiddler’s Green, where peace and joy abound,
We find the souls of mariners, on hallowed, sacred ground.
With fiddles sweet and dancing feet, they celebrate the sea,
In endless light, with hearts so bright, in perfect harmony.
For those who brave the ocean’s waves, a haven lies unseen,
In stories old, in hearts so bold, they find their Fiddler’s Green.
Eternal Haven
In Fiddler’s Green, where sailors rest,
In peace and joy, forever blessed.
A haven pure, where hearts find grace,
An endless smile on every face.
The fiddler plays a tune so sweet,
As souls in peace, each other greet.
No stormy seas, no battles fought,
Just endless love, a tranquil thought.
With golden fields and skies so blue,
A paradise for me and you.
In Fiddler’s Green, where dreams are true,
Our hearts find peace, forever new.
So when the journey’s at its end,
To Fiddler’s Green, our souls we send.
An eternal haven, calm and bright,
Where love and joy fill every night.
