I'm a hard working pearl diver.
I spend the night on the shore.
I'm a breath holding pearl diver.
I live on the ocean floor.
I was born in 78 and I grew up on an island.
I learned early on the value of the pearl,
I aged and my lungs aged and my strength,
it grew and grew
until I set off out into the world.
I tried beaches and bays that I found along the way
and I made my pay from the pearls I found each day.
Sleeping on the sand, scars on my hands,
here's how I lived my final day.
I woke up early this one morning
cause I had a weird feeling about that day.
I should have noticed the grey cloudy warning
but I swam mysely out into the bay
I dove down deep to feel around
between the rocks and the mud.
There was a sound that dropped down towards me,
a pearly voice from above.
It said, "Wait around,
make yourself drown,
I'll be right down and we'll go to town
and forever just float around."
So I waited and waited and waited and waited
and my weight went away and just went off.
Ssssalty water poured into my lungs
and hard working hands turned to rot.