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One November noon we left the docks
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Heading south west from Orcombe rocks
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My dad and me, our nine to five
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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 wasn’t there
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
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
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
Now we don’t talk much, about that day
Got two kids of my own now and one on the way
But if they’re to grow, and if they’re to thrive
One day they’ll go, one day they’ll dive
And when they come up for light and air
I hope someone’s close I hope someone’s there
It’s November noon we’re leaving the docks
My son and me from Orcombe rocks
Let’s dive, let’s dive
