John the Fisherman

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

His mind would turn unto the water

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 miss?"

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 the man who 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

As 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

Call him John the Fisherman

Call him John the Fisherman

We call him John the Fisherman