http://www.showofhands.co.uk/ One November ive So over the side I slowly went down A hundred below the seawater brown But after an hour I got low on air When I surfaced again his boat wasn?t there My marker buoy had come untied And drifted away his boat at its side He looked at his watch three miles to the south And turned back again his heart in his mouth Soft rain on my face the sun nearly set I cut loose the weights let fall the nets Lights onshore, so bright and clear The cold drifting (guitaretab.com)