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LAST FISHERMAN (Jon Heslop) I was born at conflict's end, in shadows of the war, My father came back home to spend, his time in boats once more, We lived on what the sea would give, a little was alot, The only way we knew to live, was off the catch we got. cho: So when I'm dead then take my bones, out there where I have been, Put them in care of Davy Jones, send my soul to Fiddlers Green. Send my soul (send my soul, send my soul send my soul) send my soul to Fiddlers Green. Then I became a fisher too, like father, so like son, He taught me everything he knew, and everything he'd done, But by the sea from us was torn, contentment's cornerstone, The man behind the man was gone, the sea reclaims her own. The saga of the sea went on as long as men would dare, to face the deep as they have done with bravery and prayer, The sons of sons of fishermen went daily to the sea, Until the distant, faceless men decreed it should not be. The boats are tied up to the quay, upon the shifting sand, with ropes as strong as ropes should be, to bind them to the land, To bind them to the spiteful shore when they would be at sea, Like prisoners behind a door, they dream of being free. The men are tied up to the land, while fish are swimming free, There's riches there on every hand, but wealth is all at sea Their hands are tied with landsmen's chains to bind the days we knew, And now we only have the pain and tears to watch them through. chorus twice. copyright Jon Heslop 1999, Red Herring Music 1999 It's on the 'Not for Glory' album @fishing filename[ LASTFISH KJ Feb07 |
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