I wish I was a Fisherman, tumbling on the sea,
Far away from dry land and it's bitter memories,
Casting out my sweet nets, with abandonment and love,
love's feeling bearing down on me, and a starry sky above,
With light in my head, and you in my arms, ooh, hoo, hoo, ooh, hoo, hoo.
I wish I was the brakeman on a hurtling fever train,
Crashing headlong into the heartland, like a cannon in the rain,
The beating of the sleepers and the burning of the coal
Watching the towns flashing by, on a night that's full of soul
With light in my head, and you in my arms, ooh, hoo, hoo, ooh, hoo, hoo.
No more I will be loosened from bonds that hold me fast,
and these chains all around me will fall away at last,
and on that fine April day I will take thee in my arms,
I will ride on that train, I will be that fisherman,
With light in my head, and you in my arms, ooh, hoo, hoo, ooh, hoo, hoo.
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