I wish I was a Fisherman, tumbling on the sea,
   Far away from dry land and it's bitter memories,
   Casting out my sweet nets, with abandonment and love,
   love's feeling bearing down on me, and a starry sky above,
   With light in my head, and you in my arms, ooh, hoo, hoo, ooh, hoo, hoo.
  
   I wish I was the brakeman on a hurtling fever train,
   Crashing headlong into the heartland, like a cannon in the rain,
   The beating of the sleepers and the burning of the coal
   Watching the towns flashing by, on a night that's full of soul
   With light in my head, and you in my arms, ooh, hoo, hoo, ooh, hoo, hoo.
  
   No more I will be loosened from bonds that hold me fast,
   and these chains all around me will fall away at last,
   and on that fine April day I will take thee in my arms,
   I will ride on that train, I will be that fisherman,
   With light in my head, and you in my arms, ooh, hoo, hoo, ooh, hoo, hoo.