The fisherman are pitching pennies in the sand beside the sea And the sunrise hits their oilskin boots, their painted boats and me And they seem to know
I wish I was a fisherman Tumblin' on the seas Far away from dry land And its bitter memories Casting out my sweet line With abandonment and love No ceiling
By the storm-torn shoreline a woman is standing The spray strung like jewels in her hair And the sea tore the rocks near the desolate landing as though
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Felt a pang late one afternoon I was fishin' off Muir beach With Larry LaLonde Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich And I started to chew Pretty soon Ler's
The old diamondback sturgeon came swimmin' along Minding his business one day Rooting and sniffing and urging to spawn In the mud flats of San Pablo Bay
Tonight I find it hard to sleep, each sound and squeak I hear keeps me staring at the ceiling. Oh, it's dark as night outside and I can't stand the quiet
Rise and follow me I'll make you worthy Rise and follow me I'll make you fishers of men. Rise and follow me I'll make you worthy Rise and follow
Between the darkness and the light As the stars fade out of sight I can hear his shiny boots fall on the sand With a basket at his side And the morning
I dont like gold and I dont like pearls Im just your regular West Australian fishermans daughter Im a middle class folk singing guitar playing girl I
In a pine forest cooler than the rest of the island Lives a young fisherman with eyes like the sea He built his own boat and made his own cabin but he
I laid awake a whole night long Waiting for the sun to beat down on my head In this broken bed I laid awake and dreamt of ships Passing through night
My feet, they are naked, my hands on my hips My eyes to the ocean, and open my lips Ee-ah, oh, los pescadores They come with a crash on the crest of
What happened to the fisherman's dream? When they rowed their last boat down What happened to the dream of the fisherman? When they cast their last net
I thought I saw you on the train I hid behind some men I had never seen you look so good I'm glad you're doing well I went out for a walk today To think
I'm pretending to be a good fisherman's woman Just like Anna Ingunna's mom The gladiator of all fisherman's wives Makes it a lot easier thinking of you
I'm pretending to be a good fisherman's woman Just like Anna Ingunn's mom The gladiator of all fisherman's wives Makes it a lot easier thinking of you
You said I began this messy state of love affairs That I drink too much and smoke too fast And this city's cleared my innocence Coffee's pouring out