I wish to be a fisherman's wife
And live near the sea
Poor to others but rich in love
Happy and content to be
I suppose that is a foolish wish
That only the wealthy make
Fully blessed, obesely full
Still wanting to take, take
I'd wish my children running barefoot
So they could love summer days
We'd barely scrape by, on God's full grace
Survival not due to our ways
I want to adventure, yet always be home
But stuck in cultured life
Sometimes I see freedom to be
In the love of a fisherman's wife
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