Sailor Sam
On a darkened ocean night
in solitude so great,
where waves are crashing into rocks
and endless waters wait.
Sometimes when you look out there
you'll swear you've seen some light,
it's probably just old sailor Sam
he's fishing out tonight.
Sailor Sam is quite a man
he's been around sometime,
to fish along the ocean floors
and profit in his find.
But the people of the town close by
have never seen his face,
or hardly mention of his boat
which they can hardly place.
Sailor Sam will fish the sea
the darkness he won't fear,
he's Sailor Sam the fisherman
he's been a hundred years.
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