Texty: Waterboys. 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, woo

I wish I was the brakeman
On a hurtlin' fevered train
Crashing a-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, woo

Tomorrow 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 hands
I will ride on the train
I will be the fisherman

With light in my head
You in my arms, woo

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
And woo, woo