Man of the Islands

I am a man of the Islands, lads,
With ne'er an obstructed view.
And when the boat approaches,
My worries are rare and few.
I'll lift my glass to future and past,
On the shores embracing the blue.
If you've never been, though king or queen
I'll never wish I were you.        

Oh sitting on the water,
With tackle in my hand.
A storm is quickly coming,
Like a thundering marching band.
I'll turn my boat still half afloat,
And aim her towards the sands.
At the end of day, through wind and spray,
I catch the most throughout the land.

Oh when my life is over,
I'll rest on Campbell's Rock.
And at the gates of Heaven,
My key will fit the lock.
With a lack of drink and skies of pink,
I'll live in quite a shock.
I'll look down on you all, still having a ball,
And return unto the lot.

I am a man of the Islands, lads,
With ne'er an obstructed view.
And when the boat approaches,
My worries are rare and few.
I'll lift my glass to future and past
On the shores embracing the blue.
If you've never been, though king or queen,
I'll never wish I were you