Arowsic Songtext
von David Mallett

I could be a fisher, ′cause I have a friend
Who's buying a boat of his own when he can
And he lives in a tiny and a timeless old town
At the end of an island where the sea rushes down

And early each morning with the sun barely risen
With dreams of a lost love and no sign of fear
He heads for the ocean in lumbering stride
And he sets out to sea with the sun in his eyes


And he told me if I get tired of the race
And I can′t keep a hold on my passion and pace
I could sleep in his kitchen and ride on the waves
And learn about fishin' and learn to be brave
In the face of a roller with my face to the wind
And fill up the bait bags and pull lobsters in

And today as I wonder what's a-waitin′ for me
I long for Arowsic and the sound of the sea

And I could be a farmer ′cause I have a way
With plants and I make them grow well, so they say
And I've worked some at plowing those rocky old fields
With a broken down horse plow that I bought on a deal

Ah but no one works harder than the farmers and fools
And you can′t learn the business in your books or your schools
You just take what it gives you and give what you can
But a man could be worse than be one with the land

And today as I wonder what's a-waitin′ for me
I long for the hills and what they gave to me