Mason Jennings - The fisherman
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GEarly morCning, teacherAm talking D
GTo five tChousand by thAme lake D
GAll day lonCg 'til his diAmsciples D
GTold him "masterC, it's gettinAmg late" D
EmHow you gonna feed themAm'
EmHow you gonna keep themAm'
EmWhat'cha gonna give wheAmn there's
Cnothing to give'"D
He said, I am thGe fisherman, C
AmI fish for hearDts of men
GAnd if you come to Cme
AmYou'll find everlasting Dpeace
GI see no differeCnce
AmAll are one as god's chiDldren
GI am the fishCerman Am D
GEarly morCning, millions wAmaking D
GIn the ciCties of the eAmarth D
GI wake withC a worried feAmeling D
GSo much fightingC, what's it wAmorth' D
EmHow'm I gonna love themAm'
EmHow'm I gonna trust theAmm'
EmHow'm I gonna live in tAmhis
Cworld as one' D
He said, I am thGe fisherman, C
AmI fish for hearDts of men
GAnd if you come to Cme
AmYou'll find everlasting Dpeace
GI see no differeCnce
AmAll are one as god's chiDldren
GI am the fishCerman Am D
GSunday moCrning, I am wakiAmng D
GFrom the Cprison of my Ambirth D
GI wake withC a joyful feeAmling D
GI am learning whCat it's worthAm D
EmLearning to change thinAmgs
EmBy changing our heart Am
EmLearning that love is tAmhe
CPlace to start D
GI am the fisherCman,
AmI fish for hearDts of men
GAnd if you come to Cme
AmYou'll find everlasting Dpeace
GI see no differeCnce
AmAll are one as god's chiDldren
GI am the fisherCman
AmI am the fishDerman
GI am the fishCerman Am D