life from a fishing boat

i am an old man sitting in my boat

watching and waiting for my first bite of the day,

i have being fishing for 62 years

this is my life this is my only way,

Kathleen is at home putting on some grub

i am hopeing to catch a fish soon,

the sun is growing tell in the summer sky

and behind me sit´s the silent moon,

As i sit i can´t help but remember

of how much my life was a struggle,

wondering could i have changed my life 

but my life´s dreams went into the air like a bubble,

But i cant complain too much

i realy have all i need,

my kathleen is at home and i am never alone

a fish here and there for a feed,

62 years i have being fishing

and in a way this life was good to us,

we stayed in love and never went hungry

to be honest it could have being worse,

So fish in my bag and i am hedding home

must hurry the sun is going low,

home to kathleen to eat and sleep

for i must do it all over again tommorow. 

writen

by

paul o carroll