The Irish Descendants - Fisherman's Song lyrics

When the morning comes on and the goes astray The men in the harbour prepare a new day The fog in the distance still covers the sun But that doesn't matter there's work to be done The engine's awaken one after one As their boats leave their collars for another days run And in minutes the harbour is silent and bare As time keeps on turning they soon disappear So heave away hole away look to the sea The men of this island so wild and so free heave away hole away look to the sea The men of this island so dauntless and free As their forefathers caught them out to be brave While hauling there day's catch they're nobody's slave Some days are in favour and more in despair But those men understand if the fish is not there The wives are at home, preparing the tea For their hardworking Fisherman out on the sea They're hoping today is the best one …. For some clothing and food for their kids in the fog So heave away hole away look to the sea The men of this island so wild and so free heave away hole away look to the sea The men of this island so dauntless and free