Lyrics

ODE TO THE FISHERMAN

By John Gracie

Go down to the sea, you’ll see them there on every rock and wave.
The hearty souls of hardy men, no tombstones mark their graves.
And musty eyes say might words, to this I can attest.
No soul of sea and sailing way found yet a better rest.

From wind and water where we stand, let no man know the way.
The howl of wind and wash of surf have kept me far from bay.
So whistle wind, sea, heave and roar, this man shall sail no more.
The ghosts of rowdy fishermen lie docile on your shores.

Go down to the sea, you’ll see them there on every rock and wave.
The hearty souls of hardy men, no tombstones mark their graves.
And musty eyes say might words, to this I can attest.
No soul of sea and sailing way found yet a better rest.

No soul of sea and sailing way found yet a better rest.


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