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The Fisherman's Song

By the storm torn shoreline
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A woman is standing
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The spray strung like jewels in her hair
             Am             C
And the sea tore the rocks 
Near that desolate landing
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As though it had known she stood there

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For she has come down to condemn that wild ocean
            Am            C             Am
For the murderous loss of her man
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His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning
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And it's feared she's gone down with all hands

Oh and white were the wavecaps
And wild was their parting
So fierce is the warring of love
But she prayed to the gods
Both of men and of sailors
Not to cast their cruel nets o'er her love

There's a school on the hill
Where the sons of dead fathers
Are led toward tempests and gales
Where their god-given wings
Are clipped close to their bodies
And their eyes are bound-'round with ships sails

What force leads a man
To a life filled with danger
High on seas or a mile underground
It's when need is his master
And poverty's no stranger
And there's no other work to be found

::Words and music by A.M. Stewart::