When Last I Was A Fisherman

<br>When last I was a fisherman<br>I`d watch the storms rise up from the sea<br>And see it as a sign to me<br>That the sea was still my mistress<br>And teasing me for love<br><br>When last I was a fisherman<br>I`d watch the whale-fish blow<br>And rise up from the darkest deep real slow<br>And see it as a sign to me<br>That she was still my mistress<br>And teasing me for love<br><br>I never knew why she loved me<br>I never tried for her favour<br>I wouldn`t have known how<br>I wouldn`t have known how<br>And I didn`t have the know-how<br>To heel and toe her, heel and toe her<br>I only knew that she was my mistress<br>And teasing me for love<br><br>When last I was a fisherman<br>I lay along the sea wall<br>My body pressed against<br>The blue of her occupation elsewhere<br>She was busy with the other boats<br>But I knew she`d turn her belly back to me<br>When she was free<br><br>When last I was a fisherman<br>I`d stand against the sea<br>My skiff adrift in ecstasy<br>The mast a-singing, the salt a-stinging<br>I`d see it as a sign to me<br>That she was still my mistress<br>And just teasing me for love<br><br>I never knew why she loved me...<br><br>When last I was a fisherman<br>I lay awake one night<br>Her cooing and raving nearby<br>And I waited in youthful eagerness<br>For the dawn`s first hint of light<br>For my mistress to come<br>For she to come to me<br>I knew she was coming<br>I could feel her coming<br>And I waited and I waited<br>And I waited and I waited...<br>`Til I raised my voice unto the night<br>And only heard a baby`s cry<br><br>I never knew why she loved me...