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gordon bok, ann mayo muir & ed trickett - the ways of man lyrics

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[verse 1]
the ways of man are passing strange
he buys his freedom and he counts his change
then he lets the wind his days arrange
and he calls the tide his master

[chorus]
ah, the days, ah, the days
ah, the fine long summer days
the fish come rolling in the bays
and he swore he’d never leave me

[verse 2]
but the days grow short and the year gets old
and the fish won’t stay where the water’s cold
and if they’re going to fill thе hold
they’ve got to go offshore to find thеm

[chorus]
ah, the days, ah, the days
ah, the fine long summer days
the fish come rolling in the bays
and he swore he’d never leave me

[verse 3]
so they go outside on the raving deep
and they pray the lord their soul to keep
but the waves will roll them all to sleep
and the tide will be their keeper
[chorus]
ah, the days, ah, the days
ah, the fine long summer days
the fish come rolling in the bays
and he swore he’d never leave me

[verse 4]
ah, the tide, oh, the tide
ah, you dark and you bitter tide
if i can’t have him by my side
i guess i have to leave him

[chorus]
ah, the days, ah, the days
ah, the fine long summer days
the fish come rolling in the bays
and he swore he’d never leave me

[verse 5]
i gave you one, i gave you two
the best that rotten old boat could do
you won’t be happy ’til i give you three
but i’ll be d+mned if you’ll get me

[chorus]
ah, the days, ah, the days
ah, the fine long summer days
the fish come rolling in the bays
and he swore he’d never leave me
[verse 6]
oh, the tide, ah, the tide
ah, you dark and you bitter tide
if i can’t have him by my side
the water’s welcome to him

[chorus]
ah, the days, ah, the days
ah, the fine long summer days
the fish come rolling in the bays
and he swore he’d never leave me

[verse 7]
ah, lord, i know that the day will come
when one less boat comes slogging home
i don’t mind knowing that he’ll be the one
but i can’t spend my whole life praying

[chorus]
ah, the days, ah, the days
ah, the fine long summer days
the fish come rolling in the bays
and he swore he’d never leave me

[verse 8]
i gave you one, i gave you two
the best that poor old boat could do
you’d have it all before you’re through
well, i’ve got no more to give you
[chorus]
ah, the days, ah, the days
ah, the fine long summer days
the fish come rolling in the bays
and he swore he’d never leave me

[verse 1]
the ways of man are passing strange
he buys his freedom and he counts his change
then he lets the wind his days arrange
and he calls the tide his master

- gordon bok ann mayo muir ed trickett lyrics

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