When Last I Was A Fisherman
I'd Watch The Storms Rise Up From The Sea
And See It As A Sign To Me
That The Sea Was Still My Mistress
And Teasing Me For Love

When Last I Was A Fisherman
I'd Watch The Whale-fish Blow
And Rise Up From The Darkest Deep Real Slow
And See It As A Sign To Me
That She Was Still My Mistress
And Teasing Me For Love

I Never Knew Why She Loved Me
I Never Tried For Her Favour
I Wouldn't Have Known How
I Wouldn't Have Known How
And I Didn't Have The Know-how
To Heel And Toe Her, Heel And Toe Her
I Only Knew That She Was My Mistress
And Teasing Me For Love

When Last I Was A Fisherman
I Lay Along The Sea Wall
My Body Pressed Against
The Blue Of Her Occupation Elsewhere
She Was Busy With The Other Boats
But I Knew She'd Turn Her Belly Back To Me
When She Was Free

When Last I Was A Fisherman
I'd Stand Against The Sea
My Skiff Adrift In Ecstasy
The Mast A-singing, The Salt A-stinging
I'd See It As A Sign To Me
That She Was Still My Mistress
And Just Teasing Me For Love

I Never Knew Why She Loved Me...

When Last I Was A Fisherman
I Lay Awake One Night
Her Cooing And Raving Nearby
And I Waited In Youthful Eagerness
For The Dawn's First Hint Of Light
For My Mistress To Come
For She To Come To Me
I Knew She Was Coming
I Could Feel Her Coming
And I Waited And I Waited
And I Waited And I Waited...
'Til I Raised My Voice Unto The Night
And Only Heard A Baby's Cry

I Never Knew Why She Loved Me...