Fisherman’s Blues

I wish I was that fisherman
Stumblin' on the seas
Far away from dry land
And its bitter memories

Casting out my sweet line
With abandonment and love
No ceiling bearin' down on me
Except the starry sky above

With light in my head
You in my arms

With light in my head
You in my arms

I wish I was the brakeman
On a hurtlin' fevered train
Crashing headlong into the heartland
Like a cannon in the rain

With the feelin' of the sleepers
And the burnin' of the coal
Counting the towns passing by
On a night that's full of soul

With light in my head
You in my arms

With light in my head
You in my arms

I know I will be loosened
From bonds that hold me fast
And the chains all around me
Will fall away at last

And on that grand and fateful day
I will take thee in my hands
I will ride on that train
I will be the fisherman

With light in my head
You in my arms

With light in my head
You in my arms

With light in my head
And you in my arms

With light in my head
You in my arms

Light in my head
You in my arms