Northern Shore - The Fishing's Gone Lyrics

I remember the sea turning black
From all the boats coming back
And I remember all along the quay
Faces waiting for me
The fisher lasses, their hands always rough
And their tongues just as tough
From Whitby to Yarmouth and to old Fleetwood town
They would travel around

The fishing's gone, the fishing's gone
And I must be going as well
My day is done, I don't belong
I think I'll be saying farewell

I remember the smell and the wet
As we hoisted the net
I remember the sea start to boil
As we laboured and toiled
The Sea was my mistress, and she pulled me away
To the wild and the waves
To freeze in the winter and sweat in the sun
Till the work was all done

The fishing's gone, the fishing's gone
And I must be going as well
My day is done, I don't belong
I think I'll be saying farewell

I remember the men that we lost
And how bitter the cost
I remember when we brought home the news
Widows' eyes would accuse
The families would miss us, we'd miss them and all
But we answered the call
Their mouths needed filling, their backs needed clothes
And so we would go

The fishing's gone, the fishing's gone
And I must be going as well
My day is done, I don't belong
I think I'll be saying farewell

I remember scouring the hold
When the catch was all sold
I remember dividing the pay
On that very last day
Now the gallows is broken, and the boards are all gone
Just the memories live on
The cod-end is empty, and the warps are all frayed
We've all seen better days

The fishing's gone, the fishing's gone
And I must be going as well
My day is done, I don't belong
I think I'll be saying farewell

The fishing's gone, the fishing's gone
And I must be going as well
My day is done, I don't belong
So this is my final farewell
The last farewell