Multitudes - Full Service

Snow-dogs and fisherman out in the surf

Foaming white ocean and stars frozen shut

The multitudes are singing again

The bells are ringin'

I hear 'em again

I hear 'em again

The bells are ringin'

The multitudes are singin again

«Don't worry, fisherman

Go home and sleep.

At least you have something,

Have something to eat.»

«You're right,» I said.

«They'll come again.

Tomorrow then.

I’ll cast my line,

They’ll take a bite,

Resume the fight.»

Next day he stood again

This time it hurt

He’s knees and his joints hurt

But his mind hurt the worst

The multitudes are singing again

The bells are ringin'

I hear 'em again

I hear 'em again

The bells are ringin'

The multitudes are singin again