Fisherman's Boy

Fisherman's boy with a bucket of
 water goes walking each day on the shore
 Looking in tide-pools and crannies for fish
 that were stranded, sure-handed he'd gather them all
 Throwing them back to the ocean, back to the living once more
 Soon he was throwing the nets like his
 father and hauling them back to the shore
 Taking the time to be careful and sort the
 unneeded from those he would stow in the hold
 Throwing them back to the ocean, back to the living once more
 Throwing them back to the ocean, back to the living once more
 He went down in a storm near the rocks of Point Cleary
 And they searched 'til the night drove them home
 But in the morning they found him,
 alive and unbattered, where shattered wood littered the stones
 He'd been thrown back from the ocean, back to the living once more
 Fisherman's boy with a son and a
 daughter goes walking each day on the shore
 Looking in tide-pools and crannies for fish
 that were stranded, sure-handed they gather them all
 Throwing them back to the ocean, back to the living once more
 Throwing them back to the ocean, back to the living once more
 Throwing them back to the ocean, back to the living once more