Margaret Sands

Scuttling claws have cleaned her hands Rising and falling In the whirlpool sand You, you who turn the wheel Your eyes of green and steel Consider Margaret Sands How the gulls cry (how the gulls cry) How the sunlight fans Gliding 'bove the bones (gliding 'bove the bones) Of Margaret Sands Now she's married to the swell She's swaying in the shells A whisper in the waves How I listen as I sail Straight-backed and pale Her opalescent gaze How the gulls cry (how the gulls cry) How the sunlight fans Gliding 'bove the bones (gliding 'bove the bones) Of Margaret Sands Now she's married to the swell And she's swaying in the shells