CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Beachcomber

If you think till it hurts
you can almost do it without getting off that chair
scare yourself
within an inch of the heart
of the prompt of a word.
How old are you now?
This is what happens -

the child
and not in sepia
lives,
you can see her;
comes up the beach
alone;
bucket and spade.
In her bucket, a starfish, seaweed,
a dozen alarming crabs
caught with string and a mussel.
Don't move.
Trow.

Go to the sound of the sea,
don't try to describe it,
get it into your head;
and then the platinum blaze of the sun as the earth
seemed to turn away.
Now she is kneeling.