A mill pool glistening like floating ice
What you see on the top is not real.
Break the surface, it is so nice
With you arms outstretched you can feel.
The current washes below
The lady is peaceful and asleep
Gently rocking to and fro
Beware as she awakes, you are in to deep.
The lady of the sea is cruel
She has no heart it is known.
She takes all from Saint to fool
Man, woman, and child as her own.
As a lamb wearing a wolf’s disguise
She lures you in with calm and beauty.
In anger she awakes to hear your cries
And then collect all sunken booty.
Don’t ask about the heart of the sea
One does not reside in the deep.
A cruel mistress she is known to be
But so beautiful in her sleep.