Fisherman's Blues

I wish I was a fisherman, tumblin' on the seas

Far away from dry land and it's bitter memories

Casting out my sweet line with abandonment and love

No ceiling bearin' down on me, save the starry sky above

With light in my head

You in my arms

I wish I was the brakeman on a hurtlin' fevered train

Crashing a-headlong into the heartland like a cannon in the rain

With the beating of the sleepers and the burnin' of the coal

Counting the towns flashing by in a night that's full of soul

With light in my head

You in my arms

Tomorrow, I will be loosened from bonds that hold me fast

That the chains all hung around me will fall away at last

And on that fine and fateful day, I will take thee in my hands

I will ride on the train, I will be the fisherman

With light in my head

You in my arms

Light in my head

You in my arms

Light in my head

You

Light in my head

You in my arms

Light in my head

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