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