John the Fisherman (Live)

[Intro]

When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school

His mind would turn unto the waters

Always the focus of adolescent ridicule

He has no time for farmer's daughters

Alienated from the clique society

A lonely boy finds peace in fishing

His mother says, "John this is not the way life's supposed to be

Don't you see the life that you are missing?"

And he says:

When I grow up I want to be

One of the harvesters of the sea

I think before my days are done

I want to be a fisherman

Now years gone by, we find a man that rules the sea

He sets out on a dark May morning

To bring his catch back to this small community

He doesn't see the danger dawning

Four hours up, oh the ocean swelled and swelled

The fog rolled in it started raining

The starboard bow. Oh my God we're going down!

They do not hear his frantic mayday

And he says:

When I grow up I want to be

One of the harvesters of the sea

I think before my days are done

I want to be a fisherman

I'll live and die a fisherman

Calling John the fisherman

Call him John the fisherman

We call him John the fisherman