I'm a pearl diver

I'm a hard working pearl diver,
I spend the night on the shore.
I'm a breath holding pearl diver,
I live on the ocean floor.
I was born in '78 and I grew up on an island
I learned early on the value of the pearl.
I aged, and my lungs aged, and my strength it grew and grew
Until I set off out into the world.
I tried beaches and bays that I found along the way,
And I made my pay from the pearls I found each day.

Sleeping on the sand, scars on my hands,
Here's how I lived my final day:
I woke up early this one morning
'Cause I had a weird feeling about that day.

I should have noticed the gray cloudy warning
But I swam myself out into the bay,
Where I dove down deep to feel around.
Between the rocks and the mud,
There was this sound that dropped down towards me,
A pearly voice from above!
It said :
"Wait around. Make yourself drown.

I'll be right down and we'll go to town and forever just float around"
So I waited, and waited, and waited, and waited.
And my weight went away and just went off.
Salty water poured into my lungs
And my hard working hands just went soft.