Fisherman Song Lyrics - Judy Collins

The fisherman are pitching pennies 

In the sand beside the sea 

The sunrise hits their oilskin boots 

And their painted boats and me 

They seem to know the ocean 

Like a man knows a woman 

She makes him wait around for half the morning 

For the tide to turn 

Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman 

Never catches more than he knows 

He can sell in a day, 

Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman 

Day's for work. 

Night's the time to go dancing 

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They're drinking beer and laughing 

And squinting at the sun 

Waiting for the gulls to tell them 

When the fish will come 

Their faces brown and weathered 

From all the nets they've run 

They've learned to wait 

They always know that the tide will turn 

Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman 

Never catches more than he knows 

He can sell in a day, 

Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman 

Day's for work. 

Night's the time to go dancing 

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Way out on the ocean 

The big ships hunt for whales 

The Japanese have caught so many 

That now they hunt for snails 

My fisherman's not greedy 

He seems content to live 

With the sun and the sand 

And a net full of fish when the tide turns 

Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman 

Never catches more than he knows 

He can sell in a day, 

Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman 

Day's for work. 

Night's the time to go dancing 

Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman 

Never catches more than he knows 

He can sell in a day, 

Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman 

Day's for work. 

Night's the time to go dancing