Fisherman's Blues Lyrics - 1988

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Now he's brought down the rain
And the indian summer is through
(in the morning you'll be following your trail again
Fair play to you
/
You'll be leaving, pretty darling, in the morning-time
If i know you)
You ain't calling me to join you
And i'm spoken for anyway
(but i will cry when ye go away
I will cry when ye go away
/
But you'll be killing my heart when ye go away
You'll be killing my heart when ye go away)

(your beauty is familiar
And your voice is like a key
/
Your beauty is a legend
And your voice is like a melody)
(that opens up my soul
/
That plays upon my soul)
And torches up a fire inside of me
(your coat is made of magic
And around your table angels play
/
Your shoes are made of magic
And your footstep is the break of day
/
I must have known you in another life
In another age)
I will cry when ye go away
I will cry when ye go away

(river road reel)

Somebody/el torro/mike rogers left their whisky
And the night is very young
I've got some/much to say and more to tell
And the words will soon be spilling from my tongue
I will rave and i will ramble
I'll do everything but make you stay
Then i will cry when ye go away
I will cry when ye go away

(river road reel)

When ye go away...
When ye go away...