'Tween the darkness and the light



As the stars fade out of sight



I can hear his shiny boots fall on the sand



With a basket at his side and the morning full of pride



You can see him cast his line with skillful hands





CHORUS:



Hey, hey, fisherman



Wish you luck, that's all I can



Hey, hey, fisherman



Forget the world if that's your plan





As the morning turns to noon



He's content to sit and croon



And he lights his twisted pipe and settles down



Onward goes the time as he tries new baited line



So he digs another worm up from the ground





CHORUS



'Tween the nightness and the light



The line is taut, he has a bite



And he hauls the beauty in with skillful pride



And his patient mind is blown



'Cause the fish is overgrown



It was really worth the day for such a prize





Hey, hey, fisherman



Let them smell your frying pan



Hey, hey, fisherman



It's even better from a can



Even better from a can.