Fisher Follow

When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school
His mind would turn unto the water
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
I think before my days are done
I want to be a fisherman"

Now years gone by we find 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
I think before my days are done
I want to be a fisherman
I'll live and die a fisherman"

Calling John the Fisherman
Calling John the Fisherman
We're calling John the Fisherman