When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school,
Always the focus of adolescent ridicule,
His mind would turn unto the waters.
He has no time for farmer's daughters.
Alienated from the clique society,
His mother says "John this is not the way life's supposed to be."
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing.
I think before my days are done,
"Don't you see the life that you are missing?"
And he says.
One of the harvesters of the sea.
When I grow up I want to be,
I want to be a fisherman. Now years gone by we find man that rules the sea.
He sets out on a dark May morning .
To bring his catch back to this small community.
He doesn't see the danger dawning.
Four hours up, oh the ocean swelled and swelled,
The do not hear his frantic mayday.
The fog rolled in it started raining.
"The starboard bow." "Oh my God we're going down!"
And he says
one of the harvesters of the sea.
When I grow up I want to be,
I want to be a fisherman.
"I'll live and die a fisherman."
Calling John the Fisherman.
I think before my days are done,.
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