THE DEEP

    Listen well ye sons of the deep
    for the call of the sea is mighty strong
    for the wind swept tide will surely keep
    what the oceans charm has called her own.

    Hear a tale of the sailors dream
    of the endless treasures I have seen
    And the hopeless ragged shells of men
    when the greed of fools comes home again.

    Catch a ride on a westward sail
    for a tropic voyage to a distant isle
    for a sun drenched beach of the noble crown
    where the young girls skin is golden brown.

    Shake with fear at the tempest gale
    lashed to the mast of a tattered sail
    in the vortex sea of a nightmare storm
    facing the doom of death alone.

    Play a song of the mournful cry
    when the kindred brother falls to die
    when the lonely heart will scream with pain
    for the soul thats lost on the raging main.

    Listen well ye sons of the deep
    for the call of the sea is mighty strong
    for the wind swept tide will surely keep
    what the oceans charm has called her own.

				  B.E.