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An old man walked down on the wharf and he looked out at the sea,
His yearning heart told him that this is where he'd like to be;
For he spent most of his life out fighting the wind and cold,
But it hurts him more just to be ashore growing feeble, tired and old.
He looks down at his dory, pulled up on dry land,
Left to rot in the same spot upon the rocks and sand;
Then he pulls his old cap from his head as he looks up at the sky,
And, falling down upon his knees, I heard the old man cry.
Let me fill my dory one more time,
Let me feel the codfish jigging on my fishing line;
I'll bow out gracefully, when I leave this world behind,
If you let me fill my dory one more time.
Well, the sky just seemed to open up and the gray clouds rolled away,
The old man was in his dory way out in the bay;
It was loaded to the gunnels with the biggest cod around,
A happy smile upon his face, he laid his jiggers down.
And when he looked around him, well, he got one surprise,
Three strange boats were circling right before his eyes;
Then Saint Peter and his fishermen towed him back to shore,
And as they neared land, the angels sang the old man's song once more.
Let me fill my dory one more time,
Let me feel the codfish jigging on my fishing line;
I'll bow out gracefully, when I leave this world behind,
If you let me fill my dory one more time.
No one seems to know for sure what happened on that day,
And there are many versions of the story going 'round the bay;
But an old man had his dream fulfilled before he passed on,
And, if you listen closely to the wind, you can sometimes hear his song.
Let me fill my dory one more time,
Let me feel the codfish jigging on my fishing line;
I'll bow out gracefully, when I leave this world behind,
If you let me fill my dory one more time.
Oh, let me fill my dory one more time.
