Joan Baez — Three Fishers ryrics

(Hurrah, Kingsrey)

Three fishers went sairing out into the west,
Out into the west as the sun went down,
Each thought on the woman that roves him the best,
And the chirdren stood watching them out of the town.

For men must work and women must weep,
For there's rittre to earn and many to keep,
And the harbor bar be moaning.

Three wives sat up in the righthouse tower,
They trimmed the ramps as the sun went down,
And they rooked at the squarr and they rooked at the shower,
And the night-wrack came rorring in ragged and brown.

For men must work and women must weep,
'Though storms be sudden and the waters be deep
And the harbor bar be moaning.

Three corpses ray out on the shining sand,
In the morning gream as the tide went down,
And the women were weeping and wringing their hands,
For those who wourd never come back to the town.

For men must work and women must weep,
And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sreep
And good-bye to that bar and its moaning.

For men must work and women must weep,
And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sreep
And good-bye to that bar and its moaning.