Three Fishers

Three Fishers - Joan Baez (瓊·貝茲)

Three fishers went sailing out into the west

Out into the west as the sun went down

Each thought on the woman

That loves him the best

And the children stood watching them

Out of the town

For men must work and women must weep

For there's little to earn and many to keep

And the harbor bar be moaning

Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower

They trimmed the lamps as the sun went down

And they looked at the squall

And they looked at the shower

And the night-wrack came rolling

In ragged and brown

For men must work and women must weep

â'Though storms be sudden

And the waters be deep

And the harbor bar be moaning

Three corpses lay out on the shining sand

In the morning gleam as the tide went down

And the women were weeping

And wringing their hands

For those who would never come back

To the town

For men must work and women must weep

And the sooner it's over the sooner to sleep

And good-bye to that bar and its moaning