Fisherman's Boy

Fisherman's boy with a bucket of
water goes walking each day on the shore
Looking in tide-pools and crannies for fish
that were stranded, sure-handed he'd gather them all
Throwing them back to the ocean, back to the living once more

Soon he was throwing the nets like his
father and hauling them back to the shore
Taking the time to be careful and sort the
unneeded from those he would stow in the hold
Throwing them back to the ocean, back to the living once more
Throwing them back to the ocean, back to the living once more

He went down in a storm near the rocks of Point Cleary
And they searched 'til the night drove them home
But in the morning they found him,
alive and unbattered, where shattered wood littered the stones
He'd been thrown back from the ocean, back to the living once more

Fisherman's boy with a son and a
daughter goes walking each day on the shore
Looking in tide-pools and crannies for fish
that were stranded, sure-handed they gather them all
Throwing them back to the ocean, back to the living once more
Throwing them back to the ocean, back to the living once more
Throwing them back to the ocean, back to the living once more