To Pass

While i sit In this Damp rotten cave The cliffs to high I tried In vain Low tide Lets me see Outside For a time Before breaking waves Force me Inside How many years I've spent In this darkness This dampness This rotten cave No seaman Should suffer This torturest sentence I know i am long dead As the ships that pass No longer have sail My body Now bones Once strewn about the floor This cave The sirens They come On a low tide night As i sit on the sand Under a moon lit sight Just outside My crypt My cave My grave They sing me swoon me Call me To join my brethren In the watery depths I resist The magic of there voices As i am scared Scared of what i cant see Down in the depths Of this rotten Tasman sea Scared I will loose the memory Of mum and dad And the sister i had The ports of call The port i drunk And the girls Oh the girls I did flaunt From Frisco to Sydney Bombay to Bengal Tokyo to Hong Kong I did them all All the seven seas And more But thats all All in the past As i sit here For the last As i wait Wait for the sirens To sing me To help me Finally To pass