Fine rock pooling coast this starfish on the toast the men in the crabbing boats they cry
Far across the harbor and 'round the sandy cove the shepard with his pipe and sheepy drove
big cloud tumbling high the amazing flying sky how the gulls are pillaging the town
fan faring daffodilly trumpetingly small all along the bathing hut wall
far across the empty beach the tide has left this world old men in tweed find study there
Holding whelks and periwinkles tingling in his hand little does he know they hold him too
Fine rock pooling coast this starfish on the coast the men in the crabbing boat they cry....Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
