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 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 gray cloudy warning But I swam myself out into the bay, Where I dove down deep to feel around. Between the rocks and the mud, There was this 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 just went soft.