It's night
Towards the shore the old man's rowing
Half-dead fish in a flimsy boat
They stink of salt and so does he
Their weight, he thinks, it is too much
Yet he will not slow his going
He understands the way is interrupted
By the sandbars and the coastal reef
That's twice he's dropped the knife between his teeth
The ocean murmurs
Failure
He knows however trouble fore and aft
Dissolves and drowns along with darkness
When moonlight makes her way down just in time
A steady course she shows for old man's raft
A silver path through white-washed waves
So fish for market are heaved to dock by the old man
The old man, who some say
Is past his prime
Poncho Green - Cargo Lyrics
Poncho Green - Cargo Lyrics
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It's night
Towards the shore the old man's rowing
Half-dead fish in a flimsy boat
They stink of salt and so does he
Their weight, he thinks, it is too much
Yet he will not slow his going
He understands the way is interrupted
By the sandbars and the coastal reef
That's twice he's dropped the knife between his teeth
The ocean murmurs
Failure
He knows however trouble fore and aft
Dissolves and drowns along with darkness
When moonlight makes her way down just in time
A steady course she shows for old man's raft
A silver path through white-washed waves
So fish for market are heaved to dock by the old man
The old man, who some say
Is past his prime
Towards the shore the old man's rowing
Half-dead fish in a flimsy boat
They stink of salt and so does he
Their weight, he thinks, it is too much
Yet he will not slow his going
He understands the way is interrupted
By the sandbars and the coastal reef
That's twice he's dropped the knife between his teeth
The ocean murmurs
Failure
He knows however trouble fore and aft
Dissolves and drowns along with darkness
When moonlight makes her way down just in time
A steady course she shows for old man's raft
A silver path through white-washed waves
So fish for market are heaved to dock by the old man
The old man, who some say
Is past his prime
Writer: Patrick McDonald
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