The Fisherman
A good man fell today
He wasn't flawless, and love did not come easily
Today a good man fell
And most people that I know did not know him that well
A good man fell today
May You Stay Forever Young is on repeat to fade
Today a good man fell
With a quiet valediction, no heady songs of praise
A good man fell today
And left behind potato drills waiting to be sown
Today a good man fell
And I ask myself how long until they're overgrown
Yeah, I ask myself how long until they're overgrown
Yeah, I ask myself how long until they're overgrown
At the elbow there's a fisherman at the turning of the tide
In his shadow, a young boy, seated by his side
Who is threading the traces just as he was shown
Steadying himself on the harbour stone
One day soon it will be him who does the driving home
One day soon it will be him who does the driving home
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving, yeah, yeah
Someday soon, yeah-yeah
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving, yeah, yeah
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon
He wasn't flawless, and love did not come easily
Today a good man fell
And most people that I know did not know him that well
A good man fell today
May You Stay Forever Young is on repeat to fade
Today a good man fell
With a quiet valediction, no heady songs of praise
A good man fell today
And left behind potato drills waiting to be sown
Today a good man fell
And I ask myself how long until they're overgrown
Yeah, I ask myself how long until they're overgrown
Yeah, I ask myself how long until they're overgrown
At the elbow there's a fisherman at the turning of the tide
In his shadow, a young boy, seated by his side
Who is threading the traces just as he was shown
Steadying himself on the harbour stone
One day soon it will be him who does the driving home
One day soon it will be him who does the driving home
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving, yeah, yeah
Someday soon, yeah-yeah
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving, yeah, yeah
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon, we will be driving
Someday soon, someday soon
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Murray, Enda O'connor
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