Fisherman Song

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 ocean

Like a man knows a woman

She makes him wait around

For half the mornin' for the tide to turn

Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman

Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day

Pull in the nets, Seine haul fisherman

Day's for work and night's the time to go dancing

They're drinkin' beer and laughin'

And squintin' at the sun

Waitin' for the gulls to tell them

When the fish will come

Their faces brown and weathered

From all the nets they've run

They've learned to wait

They always know that the tide will turn

Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman

Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day

Pull in the nets, Seine haul fisherman

Day's for work and night's the time to go dancing

Pull in the ropes, Seine haul fisherman

Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day

Pull in the nets, Seine haul fisherman

Day's for work and night's the time to go dancing

Way out on the ocean

The big ships hunt for whales

The Japanese have caught so many

That now they hunt for snails

My fisherman's not greedy

They seem content to live

With the sun and the sand

And a net full of fishes when the tide turns

Pull in the ropes, Seine haul fisherman

Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day

Pull in the nets, Seine haul fisherman

Day's for work and night's the time to go dancing

Pull in the ropes, Seine haul fisherman

Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day

Pull in the nets, Seine haul fisherman

Day's for work and night's the time to go dancing