The fisherman are pitchin' pennies In the sand beside the sea The sunrise hits their oilskin boots 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 mornin' 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 in the nets, Seine haul fisherman Day's for work and night's the time to go dancing
They're drinkin' beer and laughin' And squintin' at the sun Waitin' 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 in the nets, Seine haul fisherman Day's for work and night's the time to go dancing
Pull in the ropes, Seine haul fisherman Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day Pull in the nets, Seine haul fisherman Day's for work and 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 They seem content to live With the sun and the sand And a net full of fishes when the tide turns
Pull in the ropes, Seine haul fisherman Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day Pull in the nets, Seine haul fisherman Day's for work and night's the time to go dancing
Pull in the ropes, Seine haul fisherman Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day Pull in the nets, Seine haul fisherman Day's for work and night's the time to go dancingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
