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One November noon we left the docks
Heading south west from Orcombe rocks
My dad and me, our nine to five
He used to steer I used to dive
So over the side I slowly went down
A hundred below the seawater brown
But after an hour I got low on air
When I surfaced again his boat wasnt there
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My marker buoy had come untied
And drifted away his boat at its side
He looked at his watch three miles to the south
And turned back again his heart in his mouth
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Soft rain on my face the sun nearly set
I cut loose the weights let fall the nets
Lights onshore, so bright and clear
The cold drifting in and nobody near
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Was there ever a reel, a rod or a line
So strong and true, so straight or fine
The tie that wound him, through time and space
He came out the darkness right to that place
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Now we dont talk much, about that day
Got two kids of my own now and one on the way
But if theyre to grow, and if theyre to thrive
One day theyll go, one day theyll dive
And when they come up for light and air
I hope someones close I hope someones there
Its November noon were leaving the docks
My son and me from Orcombe rocks
Lets dive, lets dive