Lyrics
(John Hullah â?? Charles Kingsley)
(John Hullah – Charles Kingsley)
Three fishers went sailing out into the west,
Three fishermen set sail towards the western horizon,
Out into the west as the sun went down,
Heading westward as the sun is setting,
Each thought on the woman that loves him the best,
Each reflecting on the woman who loves him the most,
And the children stood watching them out of the town.
While children in the town watch them depart.
For men must work and women must weep,
Men must work, and women must endure sorrow,
For there's little to earn and many to keep,
With little to earn and many to care for,
And the harbor bar be moaning.
The harbor bar is lamenting.
Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower,
Three wives in the lighthouse tower,
They trimmed the lamps as the sun went down,
Trimming lamps as the sun sets,
And they looked at the squall and they looked at the shower,
Observing the squall and shower,
And the night-wrack came rolling in ragged and brown.
Night-wrack (clouds) rolling in, ragged and brown.
For men must work and women must weep,
Men must work, and women must endure sorrow,
'Though storms be sudden and the waters be deep
Even in sudden storms and deep waters,
And the harbor bar be moaning.
The harbor bar continues its mournful sound.
Three corpses lay out on the shining sand,
Three corpses on the shining sand,
In the morning gleam as the tide went down,
In the morning gleam as the tide recedes,
And the women were weeping and wringing their hands,
Women weeping and wringing their hands,
For those who would never come back to the town.
For those who will never return to the town.
For men must work and women must weep,
Men must work, and women must endure sorrow,
And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep
Yearning for the end, longing for sleep,
And good-bye to that bar and its moaning.
Farewell to the harbor bar and its mournful sound.
For men must work and women must weep,
Men must work, and women must endure sorrow,
And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep
Yearning for the end, longing for sleep,
And good-bye to that bar and its moaning.
Farewell to the harbor bar and its mournful sound.
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