| Early morning
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| Teacher talking to five thousand by the lake
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| All day long 'til his disciples
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| Told him «Master, it’s getting late
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| How you gonna feed them?
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| How you gonna keep them?
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| Whatcha gonna give when there’s nothing to give?»
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| He said, «I am the Fisherman
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| I fish for hearts of men
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| And if you come to me
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| You’ll find everlasting peace
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| I see no difference
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| All are one as God’s children
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| I am the Fisherman…»
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| Early morning
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| Millions waking in the cities of the Earth
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| I wake with a worried feeling
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| So much fighting, what’s it worth?
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| How’m I gonna love them?
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| How’m I gonna trust them?
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| How’m I gonna live in this world as one?
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| He said, «I am the Fisherman
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| I fish for hearts of men
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| And if you come to me
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| You’ll find everlasting peace
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| I see no difference
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| All are one as God’s children
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| I am the Fisherman…»
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| Sunday morning
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| I am waking from the prison of my birth
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| I wake with a joyful feeling
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| I am learning what it’s worth
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| Learning to change things
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| By changing our heart
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| Learning that love is the place to start
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| He said, «I am the Fisherman
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| I fish for hearts of men
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| And if you come to me
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| You’ll find everlasting peace
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| I see no difference
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| All are one as God’s children
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| I am the Fisherman…» |