On a clear April day, 1963
I took a memorable ride
On a silver submarine100+ men,
John, Wesley, Harvey and me
All aboard the SSN-593Goin' down
Goin' down
Goin' down, down, down, downHarvey to base,
"We're at 1,000 feet."
Jimmy's doin' real good
I think he's getting the hang of this thingThen the rattle of pipes
Then the hiss of the steam
I was the man of the hour
'till those alarm bells started to ringGoin' down
Goin' down
Goin' down, down, down, downOh, thresher
We can't take no more
Slow pirouette into the arms
Of the ocean floorWonder and fear
Unending black sea
Held everyone's gaze
In a quiet humilityMother ocean we are
At the mercy of thee
Like children in uniform
Balancing on your knee
Songwriters
MICHAEL TRENT ROBINSON, CARY ANN HEARSTPublished by
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