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Fisherman’s daughter (L)

G Am C G / G Am C D

She was a fisherman’s daughter Raised up upon the water
Yet every day her Johnny sailed she stood staring from her door
Death is just one angry wave away one slip on stinking floors
Now she was just another widow scrubbing fish out of their/her pores

In the gentle autumn sunshine there’s no more lonely place to be
Than on the shoreline being torn by jagged wild gulls’ cries
The kids run on the empty beach, they’re full of ghostly joy
She sees him in each wild leap and the laughter in their eyes

Chorus
Am C G C / Am C D / Am C G C / Am C D
And down here in the cold south west where the rivers meet the sea
Where the winds rage in to flay the Norfolk pines
She walks along the growling / Port Fairy shore wrapped round with misery
And screams her curse into the heartless sky

At night she pulls the curtains shut to hold the dark at bay
The dancing trees throw shadows that clutch her in her dreams
They lurch about like swaying masts on ships in coffin waves
The gales in the night are cruel forlorn insistent screams

Chorus

And down there in the cold south west where the rivers meet the sea
Where the winds rage in to flay the Norfolk pines
She walks along the growling shore wrapped round with misery
And screams her curse into the heartless sky

Organizing Team

Eventure is curated by a small team of designers, researchers, and ecologists who believe that technology must serve the planet — not the other way around. Working between Milan, Nairobi, and São Paulo, the team brings together local knowledge and global collaboration to shape a gathering rooted in care, creativity, and systems thinking.
We don’t just program talks — we curate experiences, relationships, and ideas that grow long after the event ends.