FISHERMAN’S BLUES

I wish I was a fisherman

Tumbling on the seas

Far away from dry land

And that bitter memory

Casting out my sweet line

With abandonment and love

No ceiling bearing down on me

Save the starry sky above

With light in my head

And you in my arms

I wish I was a brakeman

On that hurtling, fevered train

Crashing into the heartland

Like a cannon in the rain

With the beating of the sleepers

And the burning of the coal

Counting the towns passing by

In a night that’s full of soul

With the light in my head

And you in my arms

You know I will be loosened

From the bonds that hold me fast

Chains hung around my neck

Will fall away at last

And on that fine and fateful day

I will hold me in my hands

I will ride upon that train

I will be the fisherman

And Light in my head

And you in my arms