Where are you going to be
when your boat's in port,
Where are you going to be
when your boat's in port,
Where are you going to be
when your boat's in port,
when the nights grow long
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
when you're back in town,
my fisherman, my laddie -o,
Where are you going to be
and the pipes don't thaw?
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
What will the new year bring,
Where are you going to be
when the wild winds blow,
Where are you going to be
when the wild winds blow,
Where are you going to be
when the wild winds blow?
When the snow's on the ground
Will I be alone near the mistletoe?
My fisherman, my laddie -o, my love.