Fisherman's Blues

	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

	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