Take heed to the giants of the sea.
The humpbacks are calling out to you and me.
It is not calling for a mate or three.
Sad songs the humpback whale sings, you see.
With plastics, flotsam and oil, my blowhole is constantly plugging,
I can hardly breathe and my mates are dying.
With the chemicals and drugs, my sonar’s hardly working.
On the white sands my friends and dolphins are beaching.
We are not sun tanning can’t you see?!
Who will hear my sad songs, who will fix my home for me?

Take heed to the giants of the sea.
The humpbacks are calling out to you and me.
You are plundering the oceans and seas.
You snag and kill off the star fish, turtles and sea urchins, dear me!
Down to the ocean floor your nets are dragging.
Even those that you do not eat you are destroying.
There’s not much left of the krill, herring or sardines.
Then you complain that there is a lack of cod,salmon or blue fins.
When are you going to stop polluting and plundering the oceans and the seas?
Who will hear my sad songs, who will fix my home for me?

Take heed to the giants of the sea.
The humpbacks are calling out to you and me.
You boast the thousands of tonnes of catches.
Very happy and delighted with the millions of dollars it fetches.
The oceans and seas are strangely silent with feeding grounds destroyed.
First the forest and then the oceans and the seas you plundered.
Your smartness, technology and greed had sealed our fate, you see.
There is nothing I can do but sing my helpless plea.
It may seem like a siren of wondrous melodies in the sea.
Who will hear my sad songs, who will fix my home for me?

Take heed to the giants of the sea.
The humpbacks are calling out to you and me.
If you take a sea shell or a conch and put it to your ear.
You will hear the same sad songs every year.
But you will not listen but continue to destroy and plunder.
Then all hope is lost and it is of no wonder.
Soon there will be no tunas or halibuts, squids or stingrays.
There will be no more crabs or lobsters, clams or morays.
Pretty soon there will be no life in the oceans or seas.
Who will hear my sad songs, who will fix my home for me?