The Poacher (Take 2)

The Poacher (Take 2) - Ronnie Lane's Slim Chance

Was fresh and bright and early

I went towards the river

But nothing still has altered

Just the seasons ring a change

There stood this old timer

For all the world's first poacher

His mind upon his tackle

And these words upon his mind

Bring me fish

With eyes of jewels

And mirrors on their bodies

Bring them strong

And bring them bigger

Than a newborn child

Well I've no use for riches

And I've no use for power

And I've no use

For a broken heart

I'll let this world go by

There stood this old timer

For all the world's first poacher

His mind upon his tackle

And these words upon his mind

Bring me fish

With eyes of jewels

And mirrors on their bodies

Bring them strong

And bring them bigger

Than a newborn child