Deep beneath the ocean, deeper than the riverbed,
And there you'll find me waiting a simple story to tell-
Of a time of living water, deeper than the wishing wells,
A time to heal the ocean, a time of dark black oil.
Listen can you hear me? though distant we may be,
my eyes close and see you, your two deep blue seas-
Still as morning break free, troubles with the night
water tells our story as it moves from life to life.
One way leads to heaven, or maybe to the sea-
you can choose your own way, or you can come with me
some will offer emeralds, others offer pearls,
all I have to offer, are these humble words
