Daniel Lanois - Fisherman's Daughter lyrics

waiting for the sun to beat down on my head

in this broken bed

I laid awake and dreamt of ships

passing through night,

searching for shelter,

stopping at no harbor

I heard the screaming waters

call sixty sailors' names

Raging words, pounding on the sail

like an angry whale

I felt the iron rudder skip

the smell of seeping oil,

the heat of slipping rope.

Failing hands, failing hope

Every sailor asks...

asks the question about the cargo

he is carrying

God's anger broke through the clouds

and He spilt the cargo for all to see -

The fault of the sailor,

the fault of he who asks no questions

about the cargo he is carrying

Fishes and tales and a fisherman's daughter

walks in the rain, she walks to the water

to the sea