Eh I By - Farewell to the Fisherman Lyrics

The sea was his life, the waves his call,
From dawn to dusk, he gave it his all,
An old man, he knew the tides,
With a heart full of pride, he took his final ride.

Out on the water, where he felt most free,
Jigging for cod in the deep blue sea,
But the heart that had weathered storms so bold,
Found its rest in the waters cold.

Farewell to the Fisher men, as his people do cry,
From the dawn's early light to the moon's gentle guide.
With lobster and crab, shrimp and cod,
He worked the sea, where he now lies with God.

Farewell to the Fisher men, who lived by the sea,
A life of salt and toil, now finally free.
The ocean calls him, as we lay him down,
In the land he loved, in his coastal town.

They gathered in the harbor, friends and kin,
To bid farewell, as the waves rolled in.
The boats lined up, a solemn fleet,
For the man who once made the ocean his beat.

The church bells rang in the quiet morn,
For the Fisher men who'd never return.
The casket was draped with a fishing net,
A tribute to the life he'd never forget.

Farewell to the Fisher men, as his people do cry,
From the dawn's early light to the moon's gentle guide.
With lobster and crab, shrimp and cod,
He worked the sea, where he now lies with God.

Farewell to the Fisher men, who lived by the sea,
A life of salt and toil, now finally free.
The ocean calls him, as we lay him down,
In the land he loved, in his coastal town.

In the house by the shore, where he once lived,
The stories of his life, to the sea he'd give.
The children spoke of the nets he'd mend,
And the love of the ocean that would never end.

His wife stood strong, though her heart did break,
For the man who fished for their family's sake.
But she knew in the depths of the sea so wide,
His gaff now broken, where the waves reside.

Farewell to the Fisher men, as his people do cry,
From the dawn's early light to the moon's gentle guide.
With lobster and crab, shrimp and cod,
He worked the sea, where he now lies with God.

Farewell to the Fisher men, who lived by the sea,
A life of salt and toil, now finally free.
The ocean calls him, as we lay him down,
In the land he loved, in his coastal town.

Now the harbor's still, the boats are tied,
But his memory drifts on the tide,
The salt air carries his name,
In every catch, in every game.

His children, they'll fish the waters he knew,
With the strength and courage he passed through,
And when the sun sets on the bay,
They'll remember him in their own way.

Farewell to the Fisher men, as his people do cry,
From the dawn's early light to the moon's gentle guide.
With lobster and crab, shrimp and cod,
He worked the sea, where he now lies with God.

Farewell to the Fisher men, who lived by the sea,
A life of salt and toil, now finally free.
The ocean calls him, as we lay him down,
In the land he loved, in his coastal town.