The Fisherman's Song (Andy Stewart) By the storm-torn shoreline, a woman is standing The spray strung like jewels in her hair And the sea tore the rocks near that desolate landing As though it had known she stood there For she has come down to condemn that wild ocean For the murderous loss of her man His ship sailed out on Wednesday morning And it's feared she's gone down with all hands And it's white were the wave-caps 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 And she has come down to condemn that wild ocean For the murderous loss of her man His ship sailed out on Wednesday morning And it's feared she's gone down with all hands There's a school on the hill where the son's 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 And she has come down to condemn that wild ocean For the murderous loss of her man His ship sailed out on Wednesday morning And it's feared she's gone down with all hands 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 And she has come down to condemn that wild ocean For the murderous loss of her man His ship sailed out on Wednesday morning And it's feared she's gone down with all hands Copyright Andy Stewart written by Andy Stewart, about how bad it sucks to have to fish or otherwise boat on the North Sea. Performed by Silly Wizard on Wild And Beautiful.TD TD oct97
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