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) 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 myself 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 Salty water poured into my lungs And my hard-working hands turned to rot