Arowsic

I could be a fisher, 'cause I have a friend Who's buying a boat of his own when he can And he lives in a tiny and a timeless old town At the end of an island where the sea rushes down And early each morning with the sun barely risen With dreams of a lost love and no sign of fear He heads for the ocean in lumbering stride And he sets out to sea with the sun in his eyes And he told me if I get tired of the race And I can't keep a hold on my passion and pace I could sleep in his kitchen and ride on the waves And learn about fishin' and learn to be brave In the face of a roller with my face to the wind And fill up the bait bags and pull lobsters in And today as I wonder what's a-waitin' for me I long for Arowsic and the sound of the sea And I could be a farmer 'cause I have a way With plants and I make them grow well, so they say And I've worked some at plowing those rocky old fields With a broken down horse plow that I bought on a deal Ah but no one works harder than the farmers and fools And you can't learn the business in your books or your schools You just take what it gives you and give what you can But a man could be worse than be one with the land And today as I wonder what's a-waitin' for me I long for the hills and what they gave to me