• I once was a fisher-men, long long ago.
    I would watch the tides, ebb and flow.
    I could tell you where the fish would bite.
    It didn't matter the time or light.
    I once was a fisher-men, long long ago.
    I would watch the tides, ebb and flow.
    I once was out on a stormy night.
    And they couldn't find me in the light.
    Now poets write of how my life did go.
    But I still some times watch tide ebb and flow.
    Though I can no longer tell you where the fish will bite.
    And I wont go out on a stormy night.
    But I can tell you how the salty air tastes.
    And what it is like with the wind in your face.
    And I still love to swim at night.
    And I will always look for the biggest bite.
    Because I once was a fisher-men, long long ago.
    And I once would watch the tides, ebb and flow.