Twelve king fisher birds shall you have Dive and swim in the ripples of your laugh Oh, I dreamed you were a jewel Sitting on golden crown on my head,
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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Guitar sounds, the drums splash Our bowl is hot like a sauna We've looked around the playgrounds It's sucker fish and Piranhas Stuck in a tank Lost in
When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school. His mind would turn unto the waters. Always the focus of adolescent ridicule, He has no
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
Three fishers went sailing out into the west Into the west as the sun went down Each thought of the woman That loved him the best And the children stood
You said enough, you said too much You focus solely on her touch and halcyon In arguments set in stone In promises of what was once, you come undone
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
You're in the back seat and you say to yourself Okay it doesn't matter anyway It's weeds pulling weeds and your blaming yourself Okay we're all indifferent
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
The fisherman are pitchin' pennies In the sand beside the sea The sunrise hits their oilskin boots And their painted boats and me They seem to know the
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