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Spanish Fisherman

Music by Robbie Smith, words by Robert S. Smith

On the rolling waves he goes
Rowing where the fish will be
With his sturdy hands the Spanish fisherman
Will gather in the harvest of the sea

As the sun breaks from the waves
And his boat rocks silently
Some great power keeps watch upon the deep
And his little boat upon the sea

Ah, but Celinda waits for him
Waiting to sooth his rope-burned hands
And the lonely’s worth the living
When the sea meets with the land… meets with the land

Till the salt spray whites his hands
And the sea winds carve their lines
All alone will he fill his destiny
Gathering the harvest of the sea

Ah, but Celinda waits for him
To sooth his rope-burned hands
And the lonely’s worth the living
When the sea meets with the land… meets with the land

Ah, but Celinda waits for him
Waiting to sooth his rope-burned hands
And the lonely’s worth the living
When the sea meets with the land… meets with the land