Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sea Man, artist - Don McLean. Album song Believers, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 28.10.1981
Record label: Time-Life
Song language: English
Sea Man |
I walk down to the sea |
And I saw this crazy man |
He was looking at me |
And he said «I have a plan» |
Yes, he said «I have a plan» |
He was black from the sun |
And his eyes were in tears |
And his hand was so thick |
From the work of the years |
Yes, his hand was so thick |
From the work of the years |
He said «Please come with me |
To my home by the sea |
We can smoke, drink and eat |
And you’ll sit at my feet |
And I’ll tell what I know |
While the sea breezes blow |
For I’ve tried to be free |
But I’ll soon have to go.» |
And his house was his art |
And, nature, his wish |
It was sculpted from clay |
In the shape of a fish |
It was sculpted from clay |
In the shape for a fish |
And the caves in the back |
Had been arched into stone |
And the creatures he kept |
Made him far from alone |
Yes, the creatures he kept |
Made him far from alone |
«I have only one son |
In Chicago for life |
He is separate from me |
And so is my wife |
And I live in the sun |
And I hate what they’ve done |
To my beautiful sea |
And what they’ll do to me» |
And we walked from the house |
For miles by the shore |
And we picked up the trash |
That they’d left by his door |
Yes, we picked up the trash |
That they’d left by his door |
And the oil and the sludge |
Got stuck to my feet |
And the fish that were dead |
Were too poisoned to eat |
Yes, the fish that were dead |
Were too poisoned to eat |
And the blade cut his hand |
And it’s stiff from the scar |
And the butchers, called doctors |
Leave you worse than you are |
And we’re all like the butchers |
We cut into life |
And we like to see blood |
On the end of our knife |
And someday they will come |
And bulldoze him down |
For he has not a permit |
From the kings of the town |
No, he has not a permit |
From the kings of the town |
And the doctors will come |
And say he’s afraid |
And they’ll ruin this man |
And destroy what he made |
And the pictures he kept |
Will be torn from his hand |
With the beautiful house |
That he built on the sand |