The Young Dubliners

Fisherman's Blues

The Young Dubliners


A one, two, three 

I wish I was a fisherman 
Tumblin' on the seas 
Far away from dry land 
And it's bitter memories 

Castin' out my sweet line 
With abandonment and love 
No ceiling bearin' down on me 
Save the starry sky's above 

With light in my head 
With you in my arms 

I wish I was the brakeman 
On a hurtlin' fevered train 
Crashin' head long into the heartland 
Just like a cannon in the rain 

Feelin' of the sleepers 
The burnin' of the coal 
Countin' the towns flashin' by me 
All night that's full of soul 

With light in my head 
With you in my arms 

And I know I will be loosened 
From the bonds that hold me fast 
Let these chains that hang around me 
They will fall away at last 

And on that fine and fateful day 
I will take me in my arms 
I will ride on that train 
I'm gonna be that fisherman 

With light in my head 
With you in my arms 
With light in my head 
With you in my arms 
With light in my head 
With you in my arms 
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