Fisherman's Song - Judy Collins, Dolly Parton

The fisherman are pitching pennies in the sand beside the sea

And the sunrise hits their oilskin boots, their painted boats and me

And they seem to know the ocean like a man knows a woman

She makes him wait around for half the morning for the tide to turn

Pull on the ropes, seine haul fisherman

Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day

Pull in the nets, seine haul fisherman

Day’s for work, night’s the time to go dancing

They’re drinking beer and laughing and squinting at the sun

Waiting for the gulls to tell them when the fish will come

Their faces brown and weathered from all the nets they’ve run

They’ve learned to wait, they always know that the tide will turn

Pull on the ropes, seine haul fisherman

Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day

Pull in the nets, seine haul fisherman

Day’s for work, night’s the time to go dancing

Now way out on the ocean the big ships hunt for whales

And the Japanese have caught so many now they hunt for snails

But my fisherman’s not greedy he seems content to live

With the sun and the sand and a net full of fishes when the tide turns

Pull on the ropes, seine haul fisherman

Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day

Pull in the nets, seine haul fisherman

Day’s for work, night’s the time to go dancing

Oh, yes pull on the ropes, seine haul fisherman

Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day

Oh, and pull in the nets, seine haul fisherman

Day’s for work, night’s the time to go dancing