Song for the Fisherman - 36 Crazyfists

There were thousands of days

As we traveled down North Road

And I remember my uncle on his last day

And how I would kill to shake his hand again

And on goes the battle of years upon years

My Father’s eyes bring me solace

And his look of focus I try to instill

As my Mother reads as an example

Of strength beyond strength

And with her I became me

There are two girls

With whom I’ve known longer than anyone

And my debt to them is Lifetime

The gathering of boys I rely on

Know exactly who they are

And I will build their protection with bloody hands

Some were dealt knuckles and some delivered kisses

But initially my heart was in the right place

There are times when being engulfed by mountains

Are the only signs of safety I know

And I realize I think this way out of neglection

And at the exact thought I reclaim those days of scenery

There are places like the bluffs in Kasilof

And the gravel pits in Sand Lake

That most of us will never forget

Those are the things I wanted to speak of

Those are the things that I dream about

Those are the things that I will definitely die with

AND THIS IS THE SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN