[i]There’s a woman who walks upon the last road
who asks for no silver and asks for no gold
she’s there for the child and there for the nurse
for those who were better and those who were worse

She’s there for the servant and there for the king,
for those who are lost and don’t have a thing,
and sometimes it’s short and sometimes it’s long,
but the road’s not as dreadful when full of her song:

I know a place where it’s easy to stay
where the wind always makes the asphodel sway
where the air is cold but the queen is kind
And a finer place I’ve yet to find

I know a place where you’ll lay to rest
all of those burdens trapped in your chest
The Final Home, the Fiddler’s Green
and the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen

There’s nowhere she is, but nowhere she’s not
she’ll be there beside you as quick as a thought
with stories from distant planets unseen
and many a tale of her lovely queen

She’ll ask how you lived and ask how you died,
and how you spent time between either side
she’ll ask of the beauty and ask of the pain
and when you ask her, she’ll sing this refrain:

I know a place where it’s easy to stay
where the wind always makes the asphodel sway
where the air is cold but the queen is kind
And a finer place I’ve yet to find

I know a place where you’ll lay to rest
all of those burdens trapped in your chest
The Final Home, the Fiddler’s Green
and the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen

She walks on the road for half of the year
finding new ways to go there from here
sometimes with companions and sometimes alone
but never a place does she ever call home

Until the spring comes and the flowers do call
inviting her down to her dread queen’s hall
she races the sunshine and races the rain
and as she comes, she sings without pain:

I know a place where it’s easy to stay
where the wind always makes the asphodel sway
where the air is cold but the queen is kind
And a finer place I’ve yet to find

I know a place where you’ll lay to rest
all of those burdens trapped in your chest
The Final Home, the Fiddler’s Green
and the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen

In glorious summer, the land of the blessed
embraces the stories all clutched to her chest
and right at the end of her constant race
is found her wife’s warm and loving embrace

And there amid flowers they have fresh-brewed tea
and there she spins tales of all that she’s seen
there in their cottage among ghostly hills
the Shepherdess cares for her flock, and she trills:

I know a place where it’s easy to stay
where the wind always makes the asphodel sway
where the air is cold but the queen is kind
And a finer place I’ve yet to find

I know a place where you’ll lay to rest
all of those burdens trapped in your chest
The Final Home, the Fiddler’s Green
and the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen[/i]