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.