Sort of a beta release, especially the song needs a redo
Lyrics
6 o'clock in the morning
the old man gets up from his bed
Shaves his face, puts on his clothes
wash the last sleep from his eyes
A cup of black coffee
with yesterdays paper
seagulls crying outside
Steps out on the porch
leans back in a chair
and looking out over the bay
Sun rising in the east
for the old man by the sea
A brand new day is born
for the old man and the sea
Once he was a proud fisherman
with a boat of his own
A self made man with confidence
with the fortune to feed his kids
He'd sail out in the morning
come back home late at night
Life was tough but so was he
in a world where the strong survive
Today the fish is gone to hell
and the fishing boats as wel
lThe old mans boat is towed to land
rotting away with all memories inside
Today tourists roam the streets
of what once was a calm fishing town
Fishermen fade away one by one
leaving for other places to cast their nets...
Old mans wife died years ago
and his kids are gone away
Sometimes it feels like God almighty
has forgotten me and left me here
He stuffs his pipe, takes a drag
lets the smoke dance away in the air
Sun sets silently among the trees
casting shadows over the bay
Sun goes down in the west
for the old man by the sea
Another day is to an end
for the old man and the sea...
