The Dive

One November [Asus4]noon we left the docks
Heading south w[D]est from Orcombe r[Asus4]ocks
My dad and [F#m]me, our nine to f[Asus4]ive
 He used to [D]steer I used to d[Asus4]ive

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

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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 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