The shells riming the shore, they sing my name
Oh, hey, oh, lay, oh, la

The waves careening, they scour the same
Oh, hush, oh, shush, oh, la

The child who wanders to stand by the sea,
Often you’ll find that they’ve come to see me,
Singing and clinging and ringing so free,
Oh, hey, oh, lay, oh, la

On the edge of the land, he is waiting for me
The captain who’s come from the land of will be,
With a child in his arms and a boat on the lee,
Oh, hush, oh, shush, oh, la 

When they tell of my tale, in tales never tame
Oh, hey, oh, lay, oh, la

The sea is his ship, and my heart’s wreathed in flame
Oh, hush, oh, shush, oh, la

And always and always the child who is free,
Will stand and be singing, be singing to me,
With a shell at her lips ‘neath the apricot tree,
Oh, hey, oh, lay, oh, la

[Alicia Cole lives with a photographer and a bevy of animals.  Over their house, egrets and great blue herons fly.  She has a penchant for birding, blackberries, and walking through brambles.  Her esoteric poetry and non-fiction may be found in Witches & Pagans, Silver Star Journal, and Abramelin: A Journal of Poetry and Magick. She rambles at three-magpies.livejournal.com.]