turn Pull on the ropes, seine haul fisherman Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day Pull in the nets, seine haul fisherman Day's for
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 And I started to chew Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich Pretty soon Ler's
the harvesters of the sea. I think before my days are done, I want to be a fisherman. "I'll live and die a fisherman." Calling John the Fisherman
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
touching the sand I can see the sun is coming. Colors fill and crack the sky with purple, silver, and golden light drawing the day from night. On the shoreline a fisherman
anyways Four fingered fisherman alright Finger four fisherman so uptight Hello you're getting on no one You're both right Four fingered fisherman all night long Four fingered fisherman
side And the morning full of pride You can see him cast his line with skillful hands Hey, hey, fisherman Wish you luck that's all I can Hey, hey, fisherman
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
turn Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day Pull in the nets, Seine haul fisherman Day's for
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
the cargo for all to see The fault of the sailor The fault of he who asks no questions About the cargo he is carrying Fishes and tales and a fisherman
was in the river Shining up from the floor And the fish swam like moonlight Through your child's closing door And morning is the long way home The fisherman
fisherman? When they cast their last net round What happened to the fisherman's love? When it drove him over the hill What happened to the fisherman
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