Millions have I in my deep bed; millions in silver; millions in gold;
Stones that are precious, jewels so rare;
Relics of kingdoms beyond compare.
Antiques that are centuries old.
It was echoes from the sea, whispering to me;
Echoes floating out into the air.
Stories to me told of wealth and shining gold
That are hidden in the mighty ocean there.
Then it spoke of vessels proud
That boasted their power to conquer all.