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When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school
His mind would turn unto the waters
Always the focus of adolescent ridicule
He has no time for farmers' daughters
Alienated from the clique society
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing
His mother says "John, this is not the way life's supposed to be"
"Don't you see the life that you miss?"

And he says...

When I grow up, I want to be
One of the harvesters of the sea
I think, before my days are done
I want to be a fisherman

Now years gone by, we find the man who rules the sea
He sets out on a dark May morning
To bring his catch back to this small community
He doesn't see the danger dawning
Four hours up, oh the ocean swelled and swelled
The fog rolled in, it started raining
"The starboard bow! Oh my God we're going down!"
They do not hear his frantic mayday

And he says...

When I grow up, I want to be
One of the harvesters of the sea
I think, before my days are done
I want to be a fisherman
"I'll live and die a fisherman"
Calling John the Fisherman...
Calling John the Fisherman...
We're calling John the Fisherman...