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Artiste: Silly Wizard
Titre: The Fisherman's Song

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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 boat sailed out on Wednesday morning, 
And it's feared she's gone down 
With all hands.

Oh and 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.

Now she has come down 
To condemn that wild ocean 
For the murderous loss of her man. 
His boat 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 sons 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 ship's sails.

And she has come down 
To condemn that wild ocean 
For the murderous loss of her man. 
His boat 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.

But she has come down 
To condemn that wild ocean 
For the murderous loss of her man. 
His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning, 
And it's feared she's gone down 
With all hands.