Fisherman john stared at the moon he''d always danced to a different tune
And people said John you ought to conform not live your life like a ship in a storm.
Youre floating like jetsom out on the brine some day soon you will run out of time
Fiddlers green will be calling to you he gave a wry smile and said yes its true
Songs and stories of me will be told and if I die young I wont have to grow old.
Live in the moment is my only creed dont waste your time on the things you dont need
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Fisherman John is resting far away from his harbour and home
He''s gone over the bar with the last evening star but his love and his laughter live on.
He''s up at the helm and steering the East wind will ruffle his hair.
As we say our goodbyes he''ll be sailing the skies and the boatmen will offer a prayer.

He''d spin tales of blarney convince you its true He once met and fought with great Brian Boru
Or wrestled a whale far into the deep sang Neptune a lullaby to help him to sleep.
He swore he''d met mermaids out round cape horn and they guided him safely out of a storm.
Filled up a bottle with wild ocean spray sold it as perfume down on the quay.
When he sang he brought passion to every word gave a voice to those who had never been heard .
Sang for the heores in the green fields of France then fling his arms wide and shout people lets dance !.
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