Les Claypool - John the Fisherman lyrics

[Intro] When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school His mind would turn unto the waters Always the focus of adolescent ridicule He has no time for farmer's daughters Alienated from the clique society A lonely boy finds peace in fishing His mother says, "John this is not the way life's supposed to be Don't you see the life that you are missing?" And he says: When I grow up I want to be One of the harvesters of the sea I think before my days are done I want to be a fisherman Now years gone by, we find a man that rules the sea He sets out on a dark May morning To bring his catch back to this small community He doesn't see the danger dawning Four hours up, oh the ocean swelled and swelled The fog rolled in it started raining The starboard bow. Oh my God we're going down! They do not hear his frantic mayday And he says: When I grow up I want to be One of the harvesters of the sea I think before my days are done I want to be a fisherman I'll live and die a fisherman Call him John the fisherman Call him John the fisherman We call him John the fisherman