Текст Laura Veirs – Margaret Sands

Scuttling claws have cleaned her hands
Rising and falling
In the whirlpool sand

You, you who turn the wheel

How the gulls cry
How the sunlight fans
Gliding above 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 sunlight fans
Gliding above the bones
Of Margaret Sands

Now she’s married to the swell
And she’s swaying in the shells