Lyrics:
Fisherman's Song
a fisherman cast his nets in the sea
his boat half the size of the waves all aroundh
he whistled and cast, watched the sky and his mast
and thought of his evening back home on the ground

  I've got fire and beer
  A wife to hold dear
  A roof overhead, and grain in the shed
  Now what in the world could be better than that

The fisherman pulled a fish from the sea
it turned in his pail and it spoke as he rowed
I'm a magical fish; I'll grant you three wish(s)
if you let me go back to my undersea road

  I've got fire and beer
  A wife to hold dear
  a roof overhead, and grain in the shed
  Now what could three wishes make better than that?

The fish spoke of cities with streets paved with gold
of emperors' silks, and trees in the fall
of maidens so fair, and cakes light as air
and of galloping horses who come when you call

  I've got fire and beer
  A wife to hold dear
  A roof overhead, and grain in the shed
  Three wishes are tricky, when I've got all that

They walked to his house; they opened the door
four flying carpets were hung on a hook
magic beans and a cloak, a wand made of oak,
and a bottled up genie just reading a book

  I've got fire and beer
  A wife to hold dear
  A roof overhead, and grain in the shed
  and what in the world could be better than that?

  I've got fire and beer
  A wife to hold dear
  A roof overhead, and grain in the shed
  Now what could three wishes make better than that?

© 2002 Adam Hirsch.