sing your song with sweet caresses,
enchanted voice holds no surprise
drawn up on the rocks and grounded,
flotsam on a ebbing tide
tales are told by sailors smiten,
a child like-innocence fills their ears
too late to turn, the tide it draws them
they know the truth they learn by fear

charm me, delight me
siren of the deep you call my name
seduce me, hypnotise me
siren, you?re the one the widow?s blame

you leave their souls to davey jones,
a tomb too deep to desecrate
son and husband drowned together,
the widow dries her tear streaked face
on the sand she sits in silence,
her loss is more than she can bear
the waves come in, soon to engulf her