Three Fishers (Live)

Three Fishers - Joan Baez
Three fishers went sailing out into the west
Out into the west as the sun went down
Each thought on the woman
that loves him the best
And the children stood watching them
out of the town
For men must work and women must weep
For there's little to earn and many to keep
And the harbor bar be moaning
Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower
They trimmed the lamps as the sun went down
And they looked at the squall
and they looked at the shower
And the night-wrack came rolling
in ragged and brown
For men must work and women must weep
â'Though storms be sudden
and the waters be deep
And the harbor bar be moaning
Three corpses lay out on the shining sand
In the morning gleam as the tide went down
And the women were weeping
and wringing their hands
For those who would never come back
to the town
For men must work and women must weep
And the sooner it's over the sooner to sleep
And good-bye to that bar and its moaning