From sandy shore you stare,
watching the ebb n flow.
Your blue eyes like a stormy sea,
beckoning Calypso forth to thee.
To be one with the tide evermore.

She does not rise from her depth,
in fear she turns her eyes from you.
For if you were a maiden of the sea,
a queen, she would no longer be.

The salty breeze ruffles your hair,
causing a wave to crash in your mind.
a seagull's cry ringing in your ear.

The clarion call from your heart,
The clarion call from your home,
The clarion call from the ocean.

It calls you to return from the land,
Cast off your legs, return to your scales,
Become our queen and cast down the poser.

Come home to me, my true Calypso.