Fisherman's Blues

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I wish I was a fisherman

tumblin on the seas

far away from dry land

and it s bitter memories


castin out my sweet line

with abandonment and love

no ceiling bearin down on me

save the starry sky above

with 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 rain


with the feelin of the sleepers

and the burnin of the coal

countin the towns flashin by

and a night that s full of soul

with 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 last


and on that grand and fateful day

I will take thee in my hand

I will ride on a train

I will be the fisherman

with light in my head

with you in my arms


with light in my head

with you in my arms


Light in my head


with light in my head

with you in my arms