Song | Three Fishers |
Artist | Joan Baez |
Album | In Concert, Part Ii |
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(John Hullah – Charles Kingsley) | |
Three fishers went sailing out into the west, | |
Out into the west as the sun went down, | |
Each thought on the woman that loves him the best, | |
And the children stood watching them out of the town. | |
For men must work and women must weep, | |
For there's little to earn and many to keep, | |
And the harbor bar be moaning. | |
Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower, | |
They trimmed the lamps as the sun went down, | |
And they looked at the squall and they looked at the shower, | |
And the night-wrack came rolling in ragged and brown. | |
For men must work and women must weep, | |
‘Though storms be sudden and the waters be deep | |
And the harbor bar be moaning. | |
Three corpses lay out on the shining sand, | |
In the morning gleam as the tide went down, | |
And the women were weeping and wringing their hands, | |
For those who would never come back to the town. | |
For men must work and women must weep, | |
And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep | |
And good-bye to that bar and its moaning. | |
For men must work and women must weep, | |
And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep | |
And good-bye to that bar and its moaning. |
John Hullah Charles Kingsley | |
Three fishers went sailing out into the west, | |
Out into the west as the sun went down, | |
Each thought on the woman that loves him the best, | |
And the children stood watching them out of the town. | |
For men must work and women must weep, | |
For there' s little to earn and many to keep, | |
And the harbor bar be moaning. | |
Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower, | |
They trimmed the lamps as the sun went down, | |
And they looked at the squall and they looked at the shower, | |
And the nightwrack came rolling in ragged and brown. | |
For men must work and women must weep, | |
' Though storms be sudden and the waters be deep | |
And the harbor bar be moaning. | |
Three corpses lay out on the shining sand, | |
In the morning gleam as the tide went down, | |
And the women were weeping and wringing their hands, | |
For those who would never come back to the town. | |
For men must work and women must weep, | |
And the sooner it' s over, the sooner to sleep | |
And goodbye to that bar and its moaning. | |
For men must work and women must weep, | |
And the sooner it' s over, the sooner to sleep | |
And goodbye to that bar and its moaning. |
John Hullah Charles Kingsley | |
Three fishers went sailing out into the west, | |
Out into the west as the sun went down, | |
Each thought on the woman that loves him the best, | |
And the children stood watching them out of the town. | |
For men must work and women must weep, | |
For there' s little to earn and many to keep, | |
And the harbor bar be moaning. | |
Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower, | |
They trimmed the lamps as the sun went down, | |
And they looked at the squall and they looked at the shower, | |
And the nightwrack came rolling in ragged and brown. | |
For men must work and women must weep, | |
' Though storms be sudden and the waters be deep | |
And the harbor bar be moaning. | |
Three corpses lay out on the shining sand, | |
In the morning gleam as the tide went down, | |
And the women were weeping and wringing their hands, | |
For those who would never come back to the town. | |
For men must work and women must weep, | |
And the sooner it' s over, the sooner to sleep | |
And goodbye to that bar and its moaning. | |
For men must work and women must weep, | |
And the sooner it' s over, the sooner to sleep | |
And goodbye to that bar and its moaning. |