Letras
Fisherman
Fisherman on the rocks with a castline in his hand
The jacks are jumping high saying "catch me if you can"
Call the seabirds from the sky, crashing where they see them
And the jacks go slipping down and down chasing after freedom
And the fisher man stands waiting for his catch, patiently.
The sun comes in early bringing divers from their havens
They had gone out seeking but found little for their saving
And the circus birds strong shanties sing against the waves of freedom
Playing subtle counterpoints against the waves a-beating
And the fisherman stands waiting for his catch, patiently
Fisherman o fisherman I see your silhouette shimmering in the sun
Casting out your net