When

he

was

young

you'd

not

find

him

do-

ing

well

in

school,

His

mind

would

turn

un-

to

the

wa-

ters.

Al-

ways

the

fo-

cus

of

ad-

o-

le-

scent

ri-

di-

cule,

He

has

no

time

for

far-

mer's

daugh-

ters.

A-

li-

e-

na-

ted

from

the

clique

so-

c-

ie-

ty,

A

lone-

ly

boy

finds

peace

in

fish-

ing.

His

moth-

er

says

John

this

is

not

the

way

life's

s'posed

to

be.

Don't

you

see

the

life

that

you're

miss-

ing?

And

he

says

When

I

grow

up

I

want

to

be,

One

of

the

har-

ves-

ters

of

the

sea.

I

think

be-

fore

my

days

are

done,

I

want

to

be

a

fish-

er-

man.

Now

years

gone

by

we

find

a

man

who

rules

the

sea.

He

sets

out

on

a

dark

May

morn-

ing

.

To

bring

his

catch

back

to

this

small

com-

mu-

ni-

ty.

He

does-

n't

see

the

dan-

ger

dawn-

ing.

Four

ho-

urs

up,

oh

the

o-

cean

swelled

and

swelled,

The

fog

rolled

in

it

start-

ed

rain-

ing.

The

star-

board

bow.

Oh

my

God

we're

go-

ing

down!

They

do

not

hear

his

fran-

tic

may-

day.

And

he

says

When

I

grow

up

I

want

to

be,

One

of

the

har-

ves-

ters

of

the

sea.

I

think

be-

fore

my

days

are

done,

I

want

to

be

a

fish-

er-

man.

I'll

live

and

die

a

fish-

er-

man.

Call-

ing

John

the

fish-

er-

man.

Call-

ing

John

the

fish-

er-

man.

We're

call-

ing

John

the

fish-

er-

man,

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah