Cheers again Bobbie! im not usually one for putting up many posts on this forum, I usually just surf and see whats going on, but I thought I should point out a few things here for the benifit of the Gen.
The song was mainly written over the last few months, and finished a couple of weeks ago. the main idea for the story came to me the day of my gran's funeral in 2000. I thought I would wait until I came up with a suitable tune that fitted the subject. The lyric is actually about her and my grandfather (my mothers side of my family) - Betty and John Campbell (hence the "Campbell" part of my name on my MySpace site) from waterfoot. That the song is about a fisherman is purely down to it being fact. This song was never written because it would be popular among ex fishermen to sing after a few drams (although, if this were ever to happen, i would be more than delighted) or because nostalgia for our past is fashionable (even though I have been more than guilty of it in the past). Im sure if my family were farmers, then they would probably drive away on a vintage tractor or a big horse or some other apt conveyance. What is important about the song - for me - is the story of their love for one another and her sadness after his death. Writing the song from his angle on the boat was, obviously, pure speculation (?), intended to illustrate his love for her and the lengths he would go to in denying his own happiness (not entering heaven for a very religious man is surely a great sacrifice).
I will always respect that people have their own tastes in music and I can be one of the most critical people I know, but I feel that your criticism of the song was partly down to a lack of understanding of the theme. I hope you can have another listen to it with this in mind, and, if it's still not to your taste, then I can respect that.
These photos might interest you as you are a fisherman, (if not in fact anymore, then in heart at least!)
This is the Dayspring, my Papa Campbell's first boat, before he had his new boat "Elizabeth Campbell" (named after my mother which she always insisted was bad luck) built. She is still afloat in the canal basin in Ardrishaig, though she has been sheathed in fibreglass and has had her deck raised. She's probably around 90 years old now. I have no idea who owns her, but she seems to be still used for something, which is a mercy. I'm sure her sisters have mostly rotted away now.
This is the boat I imagined him waiting on, although I fancied her with a varnished hull rather than the garish blue which she wears now.
Cheers,
Kenny