Fisherman Song Paroles

And their painted boats and me

They seem to know the ocean

Like a man knows a woman

She makes him wait around for half the morning

For the tide to turn



Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman

Never catches more than he knows

He can sell in a day;

Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman
They're drinking beer and laughing

And squinting at the sun

Waiting for the gulls to tell them

When the fish will come

Their faces brown and weathered

From all the nets they've run

They've learned to wait

They always know that the tide will turn



Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman

Never catches more than he knows

He can sell in a day;

Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman

Day's for work. Night's the time to go dancing



Way out on the ocean

The big ships hunt for whales

The Japanese have caught so many

That now they hunt for snails

My fisherman's not greedy

He seems content to live

With the sun and the sand

And a net full of fish when the tide turns



Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman

Never catches more than he knows

He can sell in a day;

Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman

Day's for work. Night's the time to go dancing



Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman

Never catches more than he knows

He can sell in a day;

Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman

Day's for work. Night's the time to go dancing