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