Shoes of the Fisherman

 

My father once told me, when I was a young man

'Think hard what you'll be, son, when you are grown

I've had a good life, out on the ocean

With many a catch and many a memory to carry me home'.

 

Those were the good times, with my father beside me

We sailed early mornings; we hauled up the sun

I fished with my father; I remember his laughter

And the tales that he told are my silver and gold

Long after he's gone.

 

Those were the good times, with my father beside me

We sailed early mornings; we hauled up the sun

I fished with my father; I remember his laughter

And the tales that he told are my silver and gold

Long after he's gone.

 

Chorus

 

Put your boat in the water and quiet your soul

Push off from the shoreline, and let yourself go

Like your brothers before you, trust your heart to the sea

The shoes of the fisherman were made for thee.

 

Now the times they're a-changing; now there's work in the cities

Not many a young man will a fisherman be

But don't be afraid, son, to follow the old ways

To learn all you can about Nature and Man, go down to the sea

 

Put your boat in the water and quiet your soul

Push off from the shoreline, and let yourself go

Like your brothers before you, trust your heart to the sea

The shoes of the fisherman were made for thee.