John The Fisherman lyrics

When he was young you`d not find him doing well in school,
His mind would turn unto the waters.
Always the focus of adolescent ridicule,
He has no time for farmer`s daughters.
Alienated from the clique society,
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing.
His mother says `John this is not the way life`s supposed to be.`
`Don`t you see the life that you are missing?`
And he says...
When I grow up I want to be,
One of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.

Now years gone by we find man that rules the sea.
He sets out on a dark May morning .
To bring his catch back to this small community.
He doesn`t see the danger dawning.
Four hours up, oh the ocean swelled and swelled,
The fog rolled in it started raining.
`The starboard bow.` `Oh my God we`re going down!`
The do not hear his frantic mayday.
And he says
When I grow up I want to be,
one of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.
`I`ll live and die a fisherman.`
Calling John the Fisherman.
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