I adapted these lyrics from an earlier poem of mine called Odysseus Untied, which is an adaptation of The Odyssey. The lyrics should be sung to the tune of this Blues song by Gus Cannon (1929).
Song of Ulysses
He hears me callin’, from my verdant well,
He hears me callin’, from deep down where I dwell,
He crosses oceans, for reasons men can’t quell.
From my deep waters, I rise to timbered walls,
From wine-dark waters, he listens for my call,
His arms around me, he knows his siren’s song.
My body’s swayin’, I’m rockin’ side to… I’m rockin’ side to side,
I hear him prayin’, he grips me so damn tight,
Now watch me buckle, he does it oh so right.
Against our current, I catch his achin’… I catch his achin’ voice,
Against the current, I hear his yearnin’ voice,
He tries to fight it, but knows he has no choice.
He heard me callin’, from my verdant well,
He heard me callin’, from deep down where I dwelled,
He crossed the ocean, under my siren spell.