62 - No more fish.
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They had an idea it's better than mine
for offering ways and biding their time

for a bird in the barrow is changing its song
it never quite knew when something was wrong

   when there's no more fish left in the sea
   I'll worry for you, and I'll worry for me
   there were about five
   but now it is three

when ways go forgotten there's mystery still
a warning tomorrow is there in the hill

to finally find what upon it all leans
but they never were able to say what it means

   when there's no more fish left in the sea
   I'll worry for you, and I'll worry for me
   there were about five
   but now it is three

I fear for the children, I fear for them most
come down from the plains and head for the coast

they wanted to wander out over the range
but the shape of the world had already changed

   when there's no more fish left in the sea
   I'll worry for you, and I'll worry for me
   don't know what it means
	 but I know what I see.