The tide is a-making, and the wind's west and fair.
The boats are all waiting, the crews gathered there.
And all down the coastline, the bustle's the same.
You'll find it's all part of the shore fishing game.
The tractors are stalling, and the boat engines roar.
And white curling breakers roll up to the shore.
Now bring her out steady, you've no one to blame.
If you cannot master the shore fishing game.
The creels are a-pulling, and the boat's running free.
And soon you'll be hauling the fruits of the sea.
You're anticipating, no need to explain.
For hope is a part of the shore fishing game.
The wind is a-blowing, salt spray in the air.
And mussels are straining, there's danger take care.
No time for be-bowling, no fingers and frame.
You know it's not easy, the shore fishing game.
The trawls are all in hold, and your rod's tucked away.
And the pots have been shaded, way out in the bay.
On shore they'll be waiting, they'll shout out your name.
To show them the harvest, on the shore fishing game.
The shoreline is empty, and the daylight has gone.
Silently waiting, the boats slumber on.
In the tavern your memories, are told once again.
As you relive each moment, from the shore fishing game.
As you relive each moment, from the shore fishing game.