The sea is my work space,
under the water is where ul
see me in my full grace....
Sitting on a 8 inch pype, pumping
gravel, wish u could see me! Oh
how i travel....
Moving rocks in all tipes of sizes
and hoping that the bags on top
is full of little surprices.....
Its just a little funny, wont u say?
For a diver works hard for a stone
that will never be his own....
I go in to cold water year after year
to make alot of other women cheer.
All thu i love being a diver, the prize for
daimands just goes downer....and this
work is not safe, it screams out Danger
at a steady pace...and yet im working
with this stranger.....
So next time u buy a ring thats shining, or
standing by the sea smiling........
Remmeber us, on the west coast Diving
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