The Young Dubliners
Fisherman’s Blues
A one, two, three

I wish I was a fisherman
Tumblin' on the seas
Far away from dry land
And it's bitter memories

Castin' out my sweet line
With abandonment and love
No ceiling bearin' down on me
Save the starry sky's above

With light in my head
With you in my arms

I wish I was the brakeman
On a hurtlin' fevered train
Crashin' head long into the heartland
Just like a cannon in the rain

Feelin' of the sleepers
The burnin' of the coal
Countin' the towns flashin' by me
All night that's full of soul

With light in my head
With you in my arms
And I know I will be loosened
From the bonds that hold me fast
Let these chains that hang around me
They will fall away at last

And on that fine and fateful day
I will take me in my arms
I will ride on that train
I'm gonna be that fisherman

With light in my head
With you in my arms
With light in my head
With you in my arms
With light in my head
With you in my arms
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