Lazy river or rushing stream, sunny skies or gray,
In a boat or on the bank, that's how you'd spend your day,
A child, a dog, a fishing pole; a beach or pond to save your soul,
From any cares this world might throw your way.

My Fisherwoman, and her dreams that got away,
Catch a big one for me, I know you will one day,
But dreams and fishes we're not meant to hold,
Set them free and see them multiply ten-fold.

I happened on your favorite spot, and cast a lonely smile,
We buddied up, we both were hooked, and in a little while,
Bells would ring upon a boat, we'd help each other stay afloat,
And sail away in sunsets island-style.

My Fisherwoman, and her dreams that got away,
Catch a big one for me, I know you will one day,
But dreams and fishes we're not meant to hold,
Set them free and see them multiply ten-fold,

My Fisherwoman, by your side I will grow old.

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