The Fisherman

The fisherman has magic hands, as easy as you please
He can conjure up white-bellied fish from beneath the dark green seas
He looks to the horizon as he feels a salty breeze
The waves, they keep on rolling,
The fisherman keeps trolling,
And the sea swells never cease
The fisherman’s found peace…

Now, he’s packed up his provisions as the dawning light begins
Now, he pushes off the dock, and now he’s on the sea again
As his sunburned face relaxes, the bow cleaves the briny seas
The fisherman’s gone fishing
And the fisherman’s found peace…

For over forty years, now, she’s the one who shared his heart
Yes, he met her back in high school, guess they felt it from the start
Now it seems that it was destined since they’ve never been apart
Their love was blessed with children,
Their bond, it kept on building,
And continued to increase
'Til the fisherman found peace…

Now, he’s packed up his provisions as the dawning light begins
Now, he pushes off the dock, and now he’s on the sea again
As his sunburned face relaxes the bow cleaves the briny brack
The fisherman’s gone fishing
Someone’s granted him his wish, then,
The fisherman’s gone fishing
And he won’t be coming back…

© 10-3-2006 Bob Mullany