Yesterdays Fisherman

        D          C            G             D
Now the ice still clings to the rocks in the harbour
                    C           G           D
And the men are out pounding in Uncle Jim's shed,
D                        C         G          D
For there's traps to be built and more to be mended,
                C                G          D
No time for to waste for there's work to be done.

       G                    D               A
For a fisherman knows that life don't come easy,
         G               D                       A
What he builds with his hands must come tumbling down.
          G         Bm                    A          D
But then how could l  ife              be any other way?

          D            C                 G            D
With the courage that God gives and his forefathers' know-how
                        C          G            D
They have clung to the shores like kelp to the rocks.
               C              G         D
Generations of hardships have all been forgotten,
                  C                  G           D
With a grin and a chuckle they know life must go on.

       G                    D               A
For a fisherman knows that life don't come easy,
         G               D                       A
What he builds with his hands must come tumbling down.
          G         Bm                    A          D
But then how could l  ife              be any other way?

          D           C           G           D
And they know of the pleasures of soft, easy living
                              C              G           D
And they know that with those pleasures come torment and pain'
                C         G            D
So they keep on choppin', poundin' and haulin',
                 C              G            D
For its only the hard work that keeps a man sane.

       G                    D               A
For a fisherman knows that life don't come easy,
         G               D                       A
What he builds with his hands must come tumbling down.
          G         Bm                    A          D
But then how could l  ife              be any other way?

        D         C             G            D
Now the ice still clings to the rocks in the harbour,
                       C           G          D
But the boys are still sleepin' at quarter to two.
                        C           G            D
They'll be drinkin' and smokin' and dealing with boredom,
                          C           G       D
For it’s hard when you're idle and no work to do.

       G                    D               A
For a fisherman knows that life don't come easy,
         G               D                       A
What he builds with his hands must come tumbling down.
          G         Bm                    A          D
But then how could l  ife              be any other way?

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