Where are you going to be
when your boat's in port,
my fisherman?
Where are you going to be
when your boat's in port,
my laddio?
Where are you going to be
when your boat's in port,
when the nights grow long
and the days grow short?
Will you think of me
when the days grow short,
My fisherman, my laddio, my love?
The summer sun is lazy and loving,
The autumn wind is wild and free,
The birds are leaving for a winter haven
What about you and me,
my laddie -o?
Where you gonna be
when the sun goes down,
my fisherman?
Where are you gonna be
when the sun goes down,
my laddie -o?
Where are you gonna be
when the sun goes down,
when the summer's done
and you're back in town?
Will you think of me
when you're back in town,
my fisherman, my laddie -o,
my love?
Where are you gonna be
when the wind blows raw,
my fisherman?
Where are you gonna be
when the wind blows raw,
my laddie -o?
Where are you going to be
when the wind blows raw?
When the stove is cold
and the pipes don't thaw?
Who will sift the ash
when the flue won't draw?
My fisherman, my laddie -o, my love.
The autumn wind is roving and restless.
The old gray goose is on the wing
The summer lover is a winter
rover
What will the new year bring,
my laddie -o?
Where are you going to be
when the wild winds blow,
my fisherman?
Where are you going to be
when the wild winds blow,
my laddie -o?
Where are you going to be
when the wild winds blow?
When the snow's on the ground
an d it's ten below?
Will I be alone near the mistletoe?
My fisherman, my laddie -o, my love.