Paroles de Fisherman's Boy

Fisherman's boy with a bucket of water goes walking each day on the shore Looking in tide-pools and crannies for fish that were stranded Sure-handed he'd gather them all Throwing them back to the ocean Back to the living once more Soon he was throwing the nets like his father And hauling them back to the shore Taking the time to be careful and sort the unneeded from those he would store in the hold Throwing them back to the ocean Back to the living once more He went down in a storm near the rocks of Point Cleary They searched 'til the night drove then home But in the morning the found him, alive and unbattered Where shattered wood littered the stones He'd been thrown back from the ocean Back to the living once more Fisherman's boy with a son and a daughter goes walking each day on the shore Looking in tide-pools and crannies for fish that were stranded Sure-handed they gathered them all Throwing them back to the ocean Back to the living once more