The Pearl-Driller

by Clive James and Pete Atkin

If you find me gone one day
And the sad songs left half-done
It won't be alone that I've gone away
But a long way that I've run

I'll be gone with the girl in the gold silk jacket
The girl with the pearl-driller's hands

If I fly the coop some time
And take nothing but a grip
With the few good books that really count
It's a necessary trip

I'll be gone with the girl in the gold silk jacket
The girl with the pearl-driller's hands

If one day you think me lost
I'll be thinking with each kiss
That the wrecked man has been found at last
I waited too long for this

I'll be gone with the girl in the gold silk jacket
The girl with the pearl-driller's hands