Fisherman Song

The fisherman are pitching pennies in
The sand beside the sea
And the sunrise hit's their oilskin boots
Their painted boats and me
And they seem to know the ocean
Like a man knows a woman
She makes him wait around for half the
Morning for the tide to 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 work
Night's the time to go dancing
They're drinking beer and laughing and
Squinting at the sun
Waiting for the gulls to tell them
When the fish will come
Their faces brown and weathered from
All the nets they've run
They've learned to wait
They always know that the tide will 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 work
Night's the time to go dancing
Now way out on the ocean the
Big ships hunt for whales
And the Japanese have caught so many
Now they hunt for snails
But my fisherman's not greedy he
Seems content to live
With the sun and the sand and a net
Full of fishes when the tide turns
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 work
Night's the time to go dancing
Oh, yes pull on the ropes
Seine haul fisherman
Never catches more than he knows he
Can sell in a day oh, and pull in the nets
Seine haul fisherman day's for work
Night's the time to go dancing