They came from far, far away
Looking for that sweet horizon
The pioneers would keep the day
Savoring the ocean
Salted rocks beneath their feet
Take them anywhere forever
The pioneers would ward off sleep
Never miss a change in weather
It's said they heard
The Mollusk beckoning
Travelling the world
With dead reckoning
Now they hum gently in dreams
About the Benthic underneath
They claim to've found the Fiddler's Green
Sixty years sincе they were seen
Just illustrations in somе books
You could say they'd never been
Mere legends from the barracks
Well, if you think their tales are lies
Then you better start believing
The pioneers are still alive
Just listen while you're sleeping
It's said they heard
The Mollusk beckoning
Travelling the world
With dead reckoning
Now they hum gently in dreams
About the Benthic underneath
They claim to've found the Fiddler's Green