Fisherman's Son (исполнитель: Port O'Brien)
I'm a fisherman's son got fisherman's ways I fished with my father in my young days I learned the fine craft of the fisherman's trade Just to pass to my son so he'll do the same The sea is my lifeline the shore is my home I've been to your cities I didn't stay long I stared at the bright lights the dark city ways I'll tell you that's not for me, no I didn't stay Singing La La La La La La, La La La La La La La Some days are rough so we roll with the waves This living is tough, slack is the pay But we leave with the sunrise, we wake at the dawn Singing the fisherman's song Singing La La La La La La, La La La La La La La I'm a fisherman's son got fisherman's blood Just hauling the lobster, jigging the cod And if you don't like me then leave me alone And I'll go on singing my fisherman's song Singing La La La La La La, La La La La La La La Singing La La La La La La, La La La La La La La I'm a fisherman's son got fisherman's ways I fished with my father in my young days I learned the fine craft of the fisherman's Just to pass to my son so he'll do the same Singing La La La La La La, La La La La La La La Singing La La La La La La, La La La La La La La Singing La La La La La La, La La La La La La La Singing La La La La La La, La La La La La La La
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