The Fish And The Bird — Mark Knopfler

When I gave my heart To a tinker boy He said a fish could love a swallow And I will go with my travelling man Wherever he goes I will follow

He will mend Your pots and pans Your kitchen knives he'll take and sharpen Then I'll be gone with my travelling man And never more your doorway darken

The fish and the bird Who fall in love Will find no place to build a home in The fish and the bird who fall in love Are bound forever to go roaming