When last I was a fisherman
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I'd watch the storms rise up from the sea
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And see it as a sign to me
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That the sea was still my mistress
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And teasing me for love
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When last I was a fisherman
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I'd watch the whale-fish blow
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And rise up from the darkest deep real slow
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And see it as a sign to me
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That she was still my mistress
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And teasing me for love
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I never knew why she loved me
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I never tried for her favour
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I wouldn't have known how
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I wouldn't have known how
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And I didn't have the know-how
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To heel and toe her, heel and toe her
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I only knew that she was my mistress
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And teasing me for love
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When last I was a fisherman
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I lay along the sea wall
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My body pressed against
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The blue of her occupation elsewhere
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She was busy with the other boats
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But I knew she'd turn her belly back to me
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When she was free
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When last I was a fisherman
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I'd stand against the sea
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My skiff adrift in ecstasy
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The mast a-singing, the salt a-stinging
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I'd see it as a sign to me
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That she was still my mistress
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And just teasing me for love
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I never knew why she loved me...
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When last I was a fisherman
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I lay awake one night
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Her cooing and raving nearby
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And I waited in youthful eagerness
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For the dawn's first hint of light
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For my mistress to come
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For she to come to me
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I knew she was coming
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I could feel her coming
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And I waited and I waited
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And I waited and I waited...
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'Til I raised my voice unto the night
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And only heard a baby's cry
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I never knew why she loved me...
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When Last I Was A Fisherman
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| Jane Siberry |
