The Fisherman's Song Lyrics - Silly Wizard

By the storm-torn shoreline a woman is standing 

The spray strung like jewels in her hair 

And the sea tore the rocks near the desolate landing 

as though it had known she stood there. 

Chorus: 

For she had come down to condemn that wild ocean 

for the murderous loss of her man, 

His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning 

And it's feared she's gone down with all hands. 

Oh and white were the wave-caps 

And wild was their parting 

So fierce is the warring of love, 

But she prayed to the gods 

Both of men and of sailors 

Not to cast their cruel nets o'er her love. 

There's a school on the hill 

Where the sons of dead fathers 

Are led toward tempests and gales, 

Where their God-given wings 

Are clipped close to their bodies, 

And their eyes are bound-'round with ships' sails.