Sandy Fishnets

Sandy (sandy), fishnets (fishnets) Washed up on the shore What's she (what's she), catching? (Catching?) And will she be sore? Sandy was the prettiest of all She talked french She came from Montreal During chores she never had to huff Sandy caught all bat all to herself We slept in the trailer to the right Sandy told us stories late at night She spoke of ships and sailors And the sea so big and wide She had lots of uncles and was Always tired Sandy (sandy), fishnets (fishnets) Washed up on the shore What's she (what's she) catching? (Catching?) And will she be sore? How they loved her in those early days Mrs. Bolger let her go away All the uncles drove her up to play We would see them kissing on the lake Time went by and Sandy's all grown up The lines of uncles dwindled and the pirates stories stopped Then one day Melissa May showed up And Sandy had to share a bed with us Sandy (sandy), fishnets (fishnets) Washed up on the shore What's she (what's she) catching? (Catching?) And will she be soaring over the sea? The wind in her sails and a knife in her teeth And the helm of a ship on it's way to a distant shore The muted twilight and an uncharted island Sandy we're all getting older What will they do with us When they are through with us? Sandy, what are we sailing for? Christmas morning, 1993 Presents waiting underneath the tree There's a box for me, a box for me No gift for poor old Sandy to be seen We found Sandy sobbing quietly Uncle Gerald said he liked Christine Mrs. Bolger said she'd have to leave Three days later she was gone The day she turned 13