Tranquil emerald hues, emerald blues, enrapture me,

Forever embraced with the mermaid queen,

Now I know why the mariner nervously glances,

Why no one on Grand Isle will ever say he died.

For I too, will never die.

They say he never died!

In the night his spirit glides,

Through the cold the sea roars,

Pierre lives on forevermore.

—HE NEVER DIED