In the depths where the sun don’t shine,
Lies Davy Jones’ locker so cold and brine.
Bones of sailors, brave and true,
Lost to the ocean, in waters blue.
Oh, the bones, the bones, in Davy’s deep hold,
Their stories untold, 'neath the waves so old.
With seaweed for blankets, and corals their crown,
In the locker they sleep, where they won’t be found.
They danced with the storms, they sang with the wind,
Their hearts beat with the waves, through thick and thin.
But the sea’s a harsh mistress, with a fickle heart,
Takes you in her arms, then tears you apart.
Oh, the bones, the bones, in Davy’s deep hold,
Their stories untold, 'neath the waves so old.
Entwined with the mysteries, where the mermaids roam,
In the locker they lie, forever their home.
Whispers of treasures, and shipwrecks untold,
Among the skeletons, silver and gold.
But no wealth can wake them, from their eternal night,
Guarding their secrets, away from the light.
Some say at night, if you listen real close,
You can hear the ghosts of the seafarers' toast.
Toasting to freedom, to love, to life,
Far from the world above, its trouble and strife.
Oh, the bones, the bones, in Davy’s deep hold,
Their stories untold, 'neath the waves so old.
In the ocean’s embrace, they dream and they wait,
In Davy Jones’ locker, at the bottom’s gate.
So when the waves roar high and the wind howls strong,
Remember the fallen, and sing their song.
For in the depths of the ocean, where the brave ones rest,
Lie the bones of the finest, the bravest, the best.
