Badfinger - Fisherman

^GBetween the darkness and the light. As the ^Dstars fade out of sight I can ^Fhear his shiny boots fall on the s^Gand ^GWith a basket at his side. And the mor^Dning full of pride You can s^Fee him cast his line with skillful ^Ghands

^GHey hey, f^Fisherman. W^Cish you luck that's ^Gall I can ^GHey hey, f^Fisherman. F^Corget the world if t^Ghat's your plan

^GAs the morning turns to noon. He's conten^Dt to sit and croon And he l^Fights his twisted pipe and settles^G down ^GOnward goes the time, as he ^Dtries new baited line So he ^Fdigs another worm up from the grou^Gnd

^GHey hey, f^Fisherman. W^Cish you luck that's ^Gall I can ^GHey hey, f^Fisherman. F^Corget the world if t^Ghat's your plan

^GT'ween the nightness and the light, the line is t^Daut, he has a bite And h^Fe hauls the beauty in with skillfu^Gl pride ^GAnd his patient mind is blown.'Cause the fi^Dsh is overgrown It was^F really worth a day for such a pri^Gze ^G hey, fish^Ferman ^{C G}