Cast your nets, drag them in, catch a dream, sink or swim
A feast for the Spirit - Warmth for your soul
Death on the rocks should you ride the shoals.....
Tonight again I'll cast my nets
into the moon's silvery sea
and hope to catch a dream or two
If there are any left for me
I fear each time I drag them in
Perhaps a rip or tear there'll be
In nets so old and cobweb thin
And all my dreams gone slippery
I hesitate tossing nets in
Suspicious of the things I see
I pace storm-worn decks nervously
I’m so afraid to lose again
Dreams sparkle still below the waves
As if to lure and bait me
Sparkle and shine deceives the eyes
Moonlight can hide treacherous claws
Of things hiding deep in the brine
Waiting to strike with gaping jaws
To swallow what magic is left
In a poor battered seaman’s heart
All we fishermen of this sea
Know well the risks when we embark
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