Badfinger

Between the darkness and the light. As the stars fade out of sight
I can hear his shiny boots fall on the sand
With a basket at his side. And the morning full of pride
You can see him cast his line with skillful hands
Hey hey, fisherman. Wish you luck that's all I can
Hey hey, fisherman. Forget the world if that's your plan
As the morning turns to noon. He's content to sit and croon
And he lights his twisted pipe and settles down
Onward goes the time - As he tries new baited line