The Fisherman's Song/ Lament for the Fisherman's Wife

By the storm-torn shoreline a woman is standing
 The spray strung like jewels in her hair
 And the sea tore the rocks near that desolate landing
 As though it had known she stood there
 For she had come down to condemn that wild ocean
 For the murderous loss of her man
 His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning
 And it's feared she's gone down with all hands
 Oh and white were the wave-caps
 And wild was their parting
 So fierce is the warring of love
 But she prayed to the gods
 Both of men and of sailors
 Not to cast their cruel nets o'er her love
 Now she has come down to condemn that wild ocean
 For the murderous loss of her man
 His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning
 And it's feared she's gone down with all hands
 There's a school on the hill
 Where the songs of dead fathers
 Are led towards tempests and gales
 Where their God-given wings
 Are clipped close to their bodies
 And their eyes are bound-'round with ships' sails
 And she has come down to condemn that wild ocean
 For the murderous loss of her man
 His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning
 And it's feared she's gone down with all hands
 What force leads a man
 To a life filled with danger
 High on seas or a mile underground
 It's when need is his master
 And poverty's no stranger
 And there's no other work to be found
 But she has come down to condemn that wild ocean
 For the murderous loss of her man
 His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning
 And it's feared she's gone down with all hands