Fisherman's Song *please look!*

A pic of an otter and a shrew. The song their singing is called The Fisherman's song. It's an old celtic song that goes like this:<br />
By the storm torn shoreline <br />
A woman is standing, <br />
The spray strung like jewels in her hair. <br />
And the sea tore the rocks <br />
Near that desolate landing, <br />
As though it had known she stood there. <br />
<br />
For she has come down <br />
To condemn that wild ocean <br />
For the murderous loss of her man. <br />
His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning, <br />
And it's feared she's gone down <br />
With all hands. <br />
<br />
Oh and white were the wave caps <br />
And wild was their parting. <br />
So fierce is the warring of love. <br />
But she prayed to the gods, <br />
Both of men and of sailors, <br />
Not to cast their cruel nets <br />
o'er her love. <br />
<br />
For she has come down <br />
To condemn that wild ocean <br />
For the murderous loss of her man. <br />
His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning, <br />
And it's feared she's gone down <br />
With all hands. <br />
<br />
There's a school on the hilltop <br />
Where the sons of dead fathers <br />
Are led toward tempests and gales. <br />
Where their God-given wings <br />
Are clipped close to their bodies, <br />
And their eyes are bound round <br />
With ship's sails. <br />
<br />
What force leads a man <br />
To a life filled with danger <br />
High on seas or a mile underground? <br />
It's when need is his master <br />
And poverty's no stranger, <br />
And there's no other work to be found. <br />
<br />
For she has come down <br />
To condemn that wild ocean <br />
For the murderous loss of her man. <br />
His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning, <br />
And it's feared she's gone down <br />
With all hands.<br />
<br />
If you want to actually hear the song, go to singingfish.com and type in Fisherman's song in the search.