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Fishermans Song

Am	C	Dm
By the storm-torn	shoreline a woman is	standing

	Am	C	Am
The	spray strung like	jewels in her	hair

	C	Dm
And the	sea tore the rocks	near the desolate landing

	Am	C	Dm	Am
as	though it had	known she stood	there.,,

Chorus:

Am	C	Dm
For she had come down to con	demn that wild oc	ean

	Am	C	Am	F
for the	murderous	loss of her	man,,,

	Am	C	Dm
His	boat sailed	out on Wednesday	morning

	Am	C	Dm
And it's	feared it's gone	down with all	hands.

Oh and white were the wave-caps
And wild was their parting
So fierce is the warring of love,
But she prayed to the gods
Both of men and of sailors
Not to cast their cruel nets o'er her love.


There's a school on the hill
Where the songs of dead fathers
Are led toward tempests and gales,
Where their God-given wings
Are clipped close to their bodies,
And their eyes are bound-'round with ships' sails.


What force leads a man
To a life filled with danger
High on seas or a mile underground?
It's when need is his master
And poverty's no stranger,
And there's no other work to be found.

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