John the Fisherman

One, two When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school His mind would turn unto the waters 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 are missing?" 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