Fisherman’s blues
i wish i was a fisherman
tumblin’ on the seas
far away from dry land
and its bitter memoriescastin’ out my sweet line
with abandonment and love
no ceiling bearin’ down on me
save the starry sky abovewith light in my head, with you in my arms…
i wish i was the brakeman
on a hurtlin’ fevered train
crashin’ head long into the heartland
like a cannon in the rainwith the feelin’ of the sleepers
and the burnin’ of the coal
countin’ the towns flashin’ by
and a night that’s full of soulwith light in my head, with you in my arms…
and i know i will be loosened
from the bonds that hold me fast
and the chains all around me
will fall away at lastand on that grand and fateful day
i will take thee in my hand
i will ride on a train
i will be the fishermanwith light in my head, you in my arms…
light in my head, you in my arms…
light in my head, you…
with light in my head, you in my arms…
Fisherman’s blues (Fisherman’s blues, 1988)
The Waterboys
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