Fisherman's boy with a bucket of water goes walking each day on the shore Looking in tide-pools and crannies for fish that were stranded Sure-handed he'd gather them all Throwing them back to the ocean Back to the living once more
Soon he was throwing the nets like his father And hauling them back to the shore Taking the time to be careful and sort the unneeded from those he would store in the hold Throwing them back to the ocean Back to the living once more
He went down in a storm near the rocks of Point Cleary They searched 'til the night drove them home But in the morning they found him, alive and unbattered Where shattered wood littered the stones He'd been thrown back from the ocean Back to the living once more
Fisherman's boy with a son and a daughter goes walking each day on the shore Looking in tide-pools and crannies for fish that were stranded Sure-handed they gathered them all Throwing them back to the ocean Back to the living once moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
