Fishermen getting ready to go out to sea!
Eyes to the horizon
It's about tomorrow
What will it accomplish?
As the sun begins to set
In the distance of the rays
The colorful sights make it's way
The seagulls fly in total bliss
With the racy breezes flow
The fishing boats at anchor
The night of pipes and smoke
And the lashing waves hitting the boats
The fishermen never bother to check
It's eyes to the horizon
The fishermen think of tomorrow
Of the sunset sky glorious colors
They sit down pipes and smoke
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