Atlantis

The continent of Atlantis was an island

Which lay before the great flood

In the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean.

So great an area of land, that from her western shores

Those beautiful sailors journeyed to the South

And the North Americas with ease

In their ships with painted sails.

To the east, Africa was a neighbor,

Across a short strait of sea miles.

The great Egyptian age is but a remnant

Of the Atlantian culture.

The antediluvian kings colonized the world;

All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas

In all legends from all lands were from fair Atlantis.

Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth.

On board were the Twelve:

The poet, the physician, the farmer, the scientist, the magician,

And the other so-called Gods of our legends,

Though Gods they were.

And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind,

Let us rejoice and let us sing and dance and ring in the new . . .

Hail Atlantis!

Way down below the ocean, where I wanna be, she may be . . .

Way down below the ocean, where I wanna be, she may be . . .

My antediluvian baby, oh yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah,

I want to see you some day.

My antediluvian baby, oh yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah,

My antediluvian baby.

My antediluvian baby, I love you, girl;

Girl, I want to see you some day.

My antediluvian baby, oh yeah,

I want to see you some day, oh,

My antediluvian baby.

My antediluvian baby, I want to see you;

My antediluvian baby—gotta tell me where she gone—

I want to see you some day,

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, oh yeah;

Oh glub glub, down down, yeah . . .