| Song | Fisherman's Blues |
| Artist | The Waterboys |
| Album | The Best Of The Waterboys |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Scott, Wickham | |
| I wish I was a fisherman | |
| Tumblin' on the seas | |
| Far away from dry land | |
| And its bitter memories | |
| Casting out my sweet line | |
| With abandonment and love | |
| No ceiling bearin' down on me | |
| Save the starry sky above | |
| With light in my head | |
| You in my arms | |
| Woo! | |
| I wish I was the brakeman | |
| On a hurtlin' fevered train | |
| Crashing a-headlong into the heartland | |
| Like a cannon in the rain | |
| With the beating of the sleepers | |
| And the burnin' of the coal | |
| Counting the towns flashing by | |
| In a night that's full of soul | |
| With light in my head | |
| You in my arms | |
| Woo! | |
| Tomorrow I will be loosened | |
| From bonds that hold me fast | |
| That the chains all hung around me | |
| Will fall away at last | |
| And on that fine and fateful day | |
| I will take thee in my hands | |
| I will ride on the train | |
| I will be the fisherman | |
| With light in my head | |
| You in my arms | |
| Light in my head | |
| You in my arms |
| zuo ci : Scott, Wickham | |
| I wish I was a fisherman | |
| Tumblin' on the seas | |
| Far away from dry land | |
| And its bitter memories | |
| Casting out my sweet line | |
| With abandonment and love | |
| No ceiling bearin' down on me | |
| Save the starry sky above | |
| With light in my head | |
| You in my arms | |
| Woo! | |
| I wish I was the brakeman | |
| On a hurtlin' fevered train | |
| Crashing aheadlong into the heartland | |
| Like a cannon in the rain | |
| With the beating of the sleepers | |
| And the burnin' of the coal | |
| Counting the towns flashing by | |
| In a night that' s full of soul | |
| With light in my head | |
| You in my arms | |
| Woo! | |
| Tomorrow I will be loosened | |
| From bonds that hold me fast | |
| That the chains all hung around me | |
| Will fall away at last | |
| And on that fine and fateful day | |
| I will take thee in my hands | |
| I will ride on the train | |
| I will be the fisherman | |
| With light in my head | |
| You in my arms | |
| Light in my head | |
| You in my arms |
| zuò cí : Scott, Wickham | |
| I wish I was a fisherman | |
| Tumblin' on the seas | |
| Far away from dry land | |
| And its bitter memories | |
| Casting out my sweet line | |
| With abandonment and love | |
| No ceiling bearin' down on me | |
| Save the starry sky above | |
| With light in my head | |
| You in my arms | |
| Woo! | |
| I wish I was the brakeman | |
| On a hurtlin' fevered train | |
| Crashing aheadlong into the heartland | |
| Like a cannon in the rain | |
| With the beating of the sleepers | |
| And the burnin' of the coal | |
| Counting the towns flashing by | |
| In a night that' s full of soul | |
| With light in my head | |
| You in my arms | |
| Woo! | |
| Tomorrow I will be loosened | |
| From bonds that hold me fast | |
| That the chains all hung around me | |
| Will fall away at last | |
| And on that fine and fateful day | |
| I will take thee in my hands | |
| I will ride on the train | |
| I will be the fisherman | |
| With light in my head | |
| You in my arms | |
| Light in my head | |
| You in my arms |