Song Of The Siren
Samantha Moore Lyrics


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Some say her eyes are violet blue
Her hair as black as night
And others swear her eyes are green
Her locks would shame the light
Some say she is a fearful hag
A fiend without a soul
If her will you tame,
You'll have wealth and fame
But her will may take its toll

No fairer mistress man can find
No crueler could there be
I am sailing still and I'll sail until
The siren calls for me.

I was born a fisher's son
But a fisher I'd not be
Each year that passed I heard more clear
The Siren call to me
One day I signed to crew a ship
And said farewell to land
I sailed far and near,
With no thought of fear
Hearing only her command

With weather fine the men are glad
"We sail wth God," the say
But when the raging storm comes on
How differently they pray
The eyes of every crewman bold
Betray his thoughts to me
That he wonders well,
Whether o'er the swell
With God or the Devil sails he

We toast the voyage, foul or fair
In porter and in ale
Of good men's lives the witch cut short
We tell a mournful tale
And I may sail in the raging gale
Or shelter in the lee
But my fate is cast,




Till the day at last
When the siren calls for me

Overall Meaning

Samantha Moore's "Song of the Siren" tells the story of a fisherman's son who is irresistibly drawn to the sea, lured by the enchanting call of the siren. The song describes the siren as a mystical creature with beauty and power that can both inspire and destroy those who hear her call. Some believe her to be a malicious being who seeks only to bring harm, while others see her as a path to wealth and fame. The singer of the song is a man who has chosen to pursue his destiny at sea, despite the dangers and uncertainties he faces. He and his fellow sailors are confronted with the risks of their profession as they sail through fair weather and storms, always under the siren's spell. The song is a compelling reflection on the seductive power of the sea, the price of ambition, and the inevitability of fate.


Line by Line Meaning

Some say her eyes are violet blue
There are people who claim that her eyes possess some sort of color between bluish and purple in hue.


Her hair as black as night
Her hair is as dark and colorless as the sky during nighttime.


And others swear her eyes are green
On the other hand, some insist that her eyes are of a green shade.


Her locks would shame the light
Her hair is so radiant and luminous that it outshines natural sources of illumination.


Some say she is a fearful hag
There are individuals who describe her as a being who is repulsive and wicked in nature.


A fiend without a soul
Someone who they believe is malevolent and without any human qualities or emotions.


If her will you tame, You'll have wealth and fame But her will may take its toll
If you manage to control and influence her desires or wishes, you could acquire riches and renown, but it may result in a significant and damaging loss.


No fairer mistress man can find
There is no other woman more beautiful or captivating than her.


No crueler could there be
However, there is equally no other woman more merciless or savage than her.


I am sailing still and I'll sail until The siren calls for me.
I am currently navigating through the waters, and I will continue to do so until I hear the call of the siren.


I was born a fisher's son But a fisher I'd not be
Although my father was a fisherman, I never wanted to follow in his footsteps.


Each year that passed I heard more clear The Siren call to me
As time progressed, the voice of the siren called out to me more distinctly.


One day I signed to crew a ship And said farewell to land
One day, I decided to join a ship's crew and leave behind my homeland.


I sailed far and near, With no thought of fear Hearing only her command
I traversed various waters with no sense of apprehension, as I only heard and obeyed the siren's directives.


With weather fine the men are glad 'We sail wth God,' the say
During pleasant weather, the men onboard are content and believe that they are undertaking a voyage with divine approval.


But when the raging storm comes on How differently they pray
However, when a tumultuous tempest ensues, their expressions of devotion drastically alter.


The eyes of every crewman bold Betray his thoughts to me
All the brave sailors' facial expressions reveal their feelings to me.


That he wonders well, Whether o'er the swell With God or the Devil sails he
Each one contemplates whether their vessel is being guided by celestial or infernal forces as they cross the waves.


We toast the voyage, foul or fair In porter and in ale
We celebrate our journey, regardless of whether it is favorable or unfavorable, with beer and other alcoholic beverages.


Of good men's lives the witch cut short We tell a mournful tale
We recount a sad story of how the witch took the lives of honorable men prematurely in the past.


And I may sail in the raging gale Or shelter in the lee
There is a possibility that I may have to traverse through rough winds or seek refuge in a sheltered area.


But my fate is cast, Till the day at last When the siren calls for me
Nevertheless, my destiny has already been determined, and it will persist until the moment when the siren summons me.




Writer(s): Lisa Theriot

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