an old man’s standing
the sun is rising
the river’s below

he’s quietly watching
and peacefully waiting
not caring about time

hey, fisherman
is there any place where you belong or is this your home?
hey, fisherman
how long will you be singing your song?

the river’s flowing
the trees are growing
he’s still standing there

his feet under water
nothing seems to bother
like no one’s around

hey, fisherman
is there any place where you belong or is this your home?
hey, fisherman
how long will you be singing your song?

hey, fisherman
is there any place where you belong or is this your home?
hey, fisherman
hope someone will be singing your song

a wise man’s standing
the sun is setting
the river’s below