Chorus:
White birds fly through the ocean,
Fishes swim right below
White birds fly through the ocean,
But still nothing’s bending my pole.
Verse:
When I was a little boy,
My daddy took me out to sea and said,
Lets go bring one home,
I looked at him with my big brown eyes,
I’m not sure that I realized,
That we would be out far away
Where our engine would be dying on us that day.
Bridge:
I know that fishing isn’t easy,
It’s nice to be on the outrage wheel,
The turning of the whaler,
The white caps are churning,
The white birds shining above.