Fisherman, fisherman Tom Sharp

Fisherman, who can distinguish you from the river? A breeze is blowing, it’s drizzling, and there you are, wearing a green raincoat of coir and yellow skirt of silk, returning with white fish and red wine at dusk. The sound of a flute wakes you up before dawn. Where does it come from, and where are you?

调笑令·渔父 苏轼

渔父，渔父，江上微风细雨。 青蓑黄箬裳衣，红酒白鱼暮归。 归暮，归暮，长笛一声何处。