The Call
(A Chamar)
In the sea lives the mermaid
Beyond the waves where summer feet wade
They want to know if her myth is true
Or a pretty lie
Ev’ry myth lives a half-life
Hidden from view but in our minds’ eye
A singing maiden green and gold
When her voice takes hold
With her siren song
From the ocean cold
Comes the call, comes the call
To a deeper home
And in a gentle tone
Sweetly, sweetly, sweetly
Surges up our longing for the sea
Fleeting, fleeting, fleeting
Is the fear of our mortality
When we depart the shore
Then she takes her toll
More and more and more until the sea
Takes us whole
Our soul, our soul, our soul, our soul, our soul …
From beyond the realm
Of the sailor’s helm
Comes the call, comes the call
Of a mermaid voice
Hear it, we have no choice
Falling, falling, falling
Deep beneath the swell of wind and sea
Floating, floating, floating
Out beyond the place we ought to be
When we depart the shore
Then she takes her toll
More and more and more until the sea
Takes us whole
Our soul, our soul, our soul, our soul, our soul …