Текст: Badfinger. Magic Christian Music. Fisherman.

Between the darkness and the light
As the stars fade out of sight
I can hear his shiny boots fall on the sand

With a basket at his side
And the morning full of pride
You can see him cast his line with skillful hands

Hey, hey, fisherman
Wish you luck that's all I can
Hey, hey, fisherman
Forget the world if that's your plan

As the morning turns to noon
He's content to sit and croon
And he lights his twisted pipe and settles down

Onward goes the time
As he tries new baited line
So he digs another worm up from the ground

Hey, hey, fisherman
Wish you luck that's all I can
Hey, hey, fisherman
Forget the world if that's your plan

T'ween the nightness and the light
The line is taut, he has a bite
And he hauls the beauty in with skillful pride

And his patient mind is blown
'Cause the fish is overgrown
It was really worth a day for such a prize

Hey, hey, fisherman