My Fisherman and Me

04:15
Lisa Lambert
Lisa Lambert & Scott Nunley - BMI

Story

My Dad was a hospital administrator.  When I was a kid, our "vacation" was the week-long hospital convention held at Biloxi, MS each year.
When I was 3, we met a fisherman who became our friend...his nickname was "Salty."  Salty had a little shrimp boat and he lived on it with his best friend...a duck named Henry.
I couldn't wait to meet the two of them each evening when they came into the harbor there at the fisherman's wharf with their catch of the day!  After he'd unloaded, I'd sit next to him on a bench at the dock while he played the squeeze box and Henry danced and flapped his wings to the music.  I loved "My Fisher-Man".
When I was 9, Hurricane Camille blew thru and took most of Biloxi with her...including Salty and Henry.
They've been gone for many years, but I have never forgotten them.
I was sitting by the fire playing the guitar a few years ago...thinking about Salty and Henry and all the good times we had.  That's how this song was born.

Lyrics


Sitting by the fire, staring at the flame
I can see your face, and tho I can’t recall your name
It doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten you or the kindness that you showed me as a child.
It was just so long ago and many things I loved have vanished with the tide.

Playing on the docks, I was just a little kid
You were a fisherman and you loved the work you did
Your tan skin looked like leather, from 40 years of sailing on the sea
I enjoyed our days together, my fisher-man and me.

Your hair was white & curly, your eyes were bright & blue
You had a duck named Henry, who went everywhere with you
When you played your squeeze box, he’d flap his wings & dance a jig or two
I can still recall the fun we had, how I loved my time with you

The hurricane blew in, one balmy summer day
And in a moment, you were swept away
You vanished with the wind, while I waited & I prayed for your return
That day I built a fire in my heart, and that fire still burns

Sitting by the fire, staring at the flame
I can see your face, and tho I can’t recall your name
It doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten you or the kindness that you showed me as a child.
It was just so long ago and many things I loved have vanished with the tide.
It was just so long ago, My Fisherman...
many things I loved have vanished with the tide.