Emilia Clarke Fisherman's Blues
I wish I was a fisherman
Tumblin' on the seas
Far away from dry land
And its bitter memories
Casting out my sweet line
With abandonment and love
No ceiling bearin' down on me
Except the starry sky above
With light in my head
With you in my arms
I wish I was the brakeman
On a hurtlin' fevered train
Crashing headlong into the heartland
Like a cannon in the rain
With the feeling of the sleepers
And the burning of the coal
Counting the towns flashing by
And a night that's full of soul
With light in my head
With you in my arms
(instrumental break)
Well, I know I will be loosened
From the bonds that hold me fast
That the chains all hung around me
Will fall away at last
And on that fine and fateful day
I will take thee in my hands
I will ride on a train
I will be the fisherman
With light in my head
You in my arms
Light in my head
You in my arms
Light in my head
You in my arms
Light in my head
You in my arms
You in my arms