In the caverns deep of the ocean cold
The diver is seeking a treasure of gold;
Risking his life for the spoils of a wreck,
Taking rich gems from the dead on her deck;
And fearful such sights to the diver must be,
Walking alone in the depths of the sea!

He is now on the surface (he's gasping for breath,)
So pale that he wants but the stillness of death
To look like the forms he has left in the caves,
Silent and cold, 'neath the trembling waves.
How fearful such sights to the diver must be,
Walking alone at the depths of the sea!

And Mammon's the master, and man is the slave,
Toiling for wealth on the brink of the grave;
Leaving a world of sunlight and sound
For night like gloom, and a silence profound:
And fearful the death of the diver must be,
Sleeping alone in the depths of the sea!