fisherman's blues

i wish i was a fisherman

tumblin' on the seas

far away from dry land

and its bitter memories

casting out my sweet line

with abandonment and love

no ceiling bearin' down on me

save the starry sky above

with light in my head

you in my arms

woo!

i wish i was the brakeman

on a hurtlin' fevered train

crashing a-headlong into the heartland

like a cannon in the rain

with the beating of the sleepers

and the burnin' of the coal

counting the towns flashing by

in a night that's full of soul

with light in my head

you in my arms

woo!

tomorrow i will be loosened

from bonds that hold me fast

that the chains all hung around me

will fall away at last

and on that fine and fateful day

i will take thee in my hands

i will ride on the train

i will be the fisherman

with light in my head

you in my arms

light in my head

you in my arms