Fisherman's Blues

I wish I was a fisherman Tumblin' 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 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 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 For I know 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 hand 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