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Sailors we're not, but here our souls roam Beneath the cold seas, and the waves and the foam We inherit the depths of the oceans and sea Never to know of just what we could be We are the dead, lying down in the dark Our stories forgotten, our history stark We're not in one place, we live where we went down Not a monument stands for most in our towns We went down in rought seas, in a storm or a battle We died taking a trip or transporting our cattle There's as many of us as there are in the earth We've been taken at sea, since man first did give birth Our souls walk the floor of the deepest dark places No one knows who we are, not our names or our faces We ended our lives on ships , sloops and on ketches We are the dead, some rich, some poor wretches We never will age, never again will see light We're still waiting for more to join us in the night The seas give us life and they take just as fast It's a tomb for us all, it's where our breaths were our last Unsinkable ships...fifteen hundred or more Lost their lives to the ice just like many before The water cares not, your soul's there to take Whether ocean or sea, or on river or lake We walk in the depths, beneath the lighthouse and rocks Our home is the cold, down below all the docks We lie just off the shore, we died within reach Some of us drowned just a bit from the beach The sea's a cruel master, it owns all who sail It cares not one bit, who you are or your tale Stories mean nothing to those down below For when it is time, to the locker you'll go We died fighting pirates, we gave up our lives We left our young children, our husbands and wives From the Cape of Good Hope to the cold northern seas Where we were still alive as our bodies did freeze In the Indian Ocean and off the Newfoundland coast Some nights you might see us, in the fog...just a ghost We're the ones who inhabit the dark of the seas When you hear the wind howling, you are hearing our pleas Don't forget who we were, when we lived and we died Please remember the families who broke down and did cry There are fish in the ocean, but we live here too We're the lost souls of people who died on the  blue Sailors we're not, but the water's our home Down in the dark waters beneath the waves and the foam.
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Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 9:48 AM UTC
Beneath The Dark Waters
Sailors we're not, but here our souls roam Beneath the cold seas, and the waves and the foam We inherit the depths of the oceans and sea Never to know of just what we could be We are the dead, lying down in the dark Our stories forgotten, our history stark We're not in one place, we live where we went down Not a monument stands for most in our towns We went down in rought seas, in a storm or a battle We died taking a trip or transporting our cattle There's as many of us as there are in the earth We've been taken at sea, since man first did give birth Our souls walk the floor of the deepest dark places No one knows who we are, not our names or our faces We ended our lives on ships , sloops and on ketches We are the dead, some rich, some poor wretches We never will age, never again will see light We're still waiting for more to join us in the night The seas give us life and they take just as fast It's a tomb for us all, it's where our breaths were our last Unsinkable ships...fifteen hundred or more Lost their lives to the ice just like many before The water cares not, your soul's there to take Whether ocean or sea, or on river or lake We walk in the depths, beneath the lighthouse and rocks Our home is the cold, down below all the docks We lie just off the shore, we died within reach Some of us drowned just a bit from the beach The sea's a cruel master, it owns all who sail It cares not one bit, who you are or your tale Stories mean nothing to those down below For when it is time, to the locker you'll go We died fighting pirates, we gave up our lives We left our young children, our husbands and wives From the Cape of Good Hope to the cold northern seas Where we were still alive as our bodies did freeze In the Indian Ocean and off the Newfoundland coast Some nights you might see us, in the fog...just a ghost We're the ones who inhabit the dark of the seas When you hear the wind howling, you are hearing our pleas Don't forget who we were, when we lived and we died Please remember the families who broke down and did cry There are fish in the ocean, but we live here too We're the lost souls of people who died on the  blue Sailors we're not, but the water's our home Down in the dark waters beneath the waves and the foam.
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Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 9:48 AM UTC
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