Lyrics:
At the water's edge fishermen smashing their boats, taking nothing for granted
In a few hours the heat will hang over town as the northeast monsoon comes roaring
As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest
The sea is churning
The marines have landed on the shores
Of Santo Domingo
The fishermen sweat, they're pausing
in between
Were the fishermen who still
Wished they could sail from Tenessee to Arizona
So hold on, won't be long
The call is on the line
Hold
of the waves, get out of the water)
All you cruisers,
(Get out of the waves, get out of the water)
All you fishermen
Head for home
Go to sleep, little
the sailors,
Fishermen and gobs and whalers;
She had a most immoral eye,
They called her Lorelei.
She created quite a stir,
And I want to be like her!
I
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
Down at the Jordan
John was babtizing
And saving all the sinners
Singing at the seaside
Talking with the fishermen
He made them deciples
Saving all
And the fishermen came back across the water
And the people started running in the park
And the city stopped, as I held you in my arms
We could
Snowdrops and daffodils,
Butterflies and bees,
Sailboats and fishermen,
Things of the sea,
Wishing wells, wedding bells,
Early morning dew,
All
I can see Him by the seashore, talkin' to those fishermen
He was talkin' them disciples, Amen, Amen
Now He's ridin' through Jerusalem
Oh wave
John was baptizing
And saving all sinners
See him at the seaside
Talking with the fishermen
And made them disciples
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen
courses turning
As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest, the sea is churning.
The marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo.
The fishermen
And the fishermen came back across the water
And the people started running in the park
And the city stopped, as I held you in my arms
We could
mountains
And the fishermen, like a moon
Or a shell beneath the moving water
I have not held my breath
So that I might hear the breathing of God
Or tamed my
absorbing attention's a must
You don't wanna be overlooked
Yeah, but you don't wanna be looked over too much
One up for the dashed hopes of fifty fishermen
places
Strangers faces
Anywhere
Any way
Doubt that I would have found You there in Bethlehem
No surprise, You changed the world through fishermen
Good
Even when it's dark, I'll send the dune
Can't you hear there's fishermen laughing
The whale dips down, I hear him crying for me
I'm shade, I'm good, I'm
on the taro root
That's all you need
We share everything we make (we make)
We joke and we weave our baskets (aha)
The fishermen come back from the sea
There are wild and rocky hills on the coast of Donegal
And her fishermen are hardy, brave and free
And the big Atlantic swell is a thing they know
the night,
Out of danger and darkness they bring light
Our thanks too the fishermen and safe may they toil,
And also to the farmer who turns up the soil;
Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids
of lessons unfold
The great fishermen the fisher of men
Try to make a remedy for the elixir of sin
Premonition, we need divine intervention
The whole
of Barrett's Privateers
Oh Elcid Barrett, cried the town
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
For twenty brave men all fishermen who
Would make for him
down every living thing in sight.
They tore into the wombs of the women
The sunlight gleaming on their bayonets
And the fishermen downstream, though
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