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