Sweetheart, the ocean has it's gold, it has it's silver that shines for me each night.
And Gloria, the weights they pull me far and deeper still to the end, my destiny.
Hunting for thrills, for gold and silver.
Honey, they bury me today for gold and silver.
For gold and silver.
They buried me in white cotton, shackled to the iron cannon ball that sinks with me.
Here at the bottom I dwell with creatures far beyond your wildest, darkest dreams.
How I love the sea.
Oh, but Gloria my spirit breaks I'll never taste your lips or touch your skin, our end is here.
Hunting for thrills, for gold and silver.
Honey, they bury me today for gold and silver.
For gold and silver.
