MORGAN'S PANTRY
- kittymacfarlane
- May 18, 2019
- 1 min read
Ripples they go running on the incoming tide
Whisper of laughter side to side
No one goes looking whoever they may be
No one goes seeking the folk of the sea
Waves all awash on the bars of the beach
Murmur of sorrow, murmur of grief
No one goes looking whoever they may be
No one goes seeking the folk of the sea
Breakers go crashing to foam as they go
There's laughter and shouting far down below
No one goes looking whoever they may be
No one goes seeking the folk of the sea
Sailors set sail, there's green hair afloat
And eyes underwater follow the boat
No one goes looking whoever they may be
No one goes seeking the folk of the sea