The siren used to come out and play
like a muse she showed the way
her songs blew the night away
and gave birth to a brighter day
Slowly slip sliding away
it led the senses allay
like a flower in a field of May
like a soul on all saint’s day
Now the shores are full of hearsay
about the siren stranded today
how the sun turned her into clay
and the siren won’t sing today
Stranded today
on the sand she lay
like a flower in May
that was blown away
she won’t sing today
the siren won’t sing today
