Fisherman's Blues

On Daddies knee I heard the stories
Trips at sea being gone so long
How the catches were full of the glories
That today, just don’t come along

The government, now they tell me
Where I can fish and what to bring home
Their making it harder for men like me
To be on the water, where I belong

Can’t make a living inshore anymore
Steam farther out, a family to support
They fear for me so far offshore
I trust Mother Nature to guide me to port

Now it’s 4, in the morning
And I’m leaving, my family alone
Be gone a long time & without warning
I miss my family, & I miss my home

But don’t cry a tear, for me
For the ocean is where I roam
I make my living out on the sea
And on her, I feel at home
And on her, I AM at home….

Fisherman's Blues

Darlene Ruhs

Windsor, Canada

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This is actually a song I wrote late one night for my Dad who is a retired fisherman. I wrote the lyrics, my Fiance wrote the music and we recorded it within a few hours. It was great fun and something I would love to do again someday soon. This is the first, and only, song I have ever written but hopefully not the last!

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