(John Hullah ? Charles Kingsley)
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Three fishers went sailing out into the west,
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Out into the west as the sun went down,
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Each thought on the woman that loves him the best,
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And the children stood watching them out of the town.
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For men must work and women must weep,
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For there¡¯s little to earn and many to keep,
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And the harbor bar be moaning.
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Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower,
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They trimmed the lamps as the sun went down,
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And they looked at the squall and they looked at the shower,
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And the night-wrack came rolling in ragged and brown.
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For men must work and women must weep,
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¡®Though storms be sudden and the waters be deep
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And the harbor bar be moaning.
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Three corpses lay out on the shining sand,
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In the morning gleam as the tide went down,
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And the women were weeping and wringing their hands,
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For those who would never come back to the town.
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For men must work and women must weep,
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And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep
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And good-bye to that bar and its moaning.
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For men must work and women must weep,
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And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep
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And good-bye to that bar and its moaning.
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Three Fishers
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| Joan Baez |
