morgan geer

The Beachcomber

Delilah walks down by the docks

Sleeps under the boardwalk till noon

Rise and shine, she hopes to find

Happiness buried in the dunes

 

If you give her some time she’ll find most anything

She dreams of a guy and a forgotten wedding ring, oh she sings

Why won’t somebody comb the beach for me?

 

Skipping stones , digging bones,

Resurrecting memories by the pound

Spade in hand, dig the sand

A spoonful of sugar going down

 

If you give her some time she’ll find most anything

She dreams of a guy and a forgotten wedding ring, oh she sings…

Why won’t somebody comb the beach for me?

 

Why won’t somebody comb the beach for

The unprotected, the undetected in the sun. Looking will save us.

 

And the waves make shallow graves

The beachcomber is lost without her friend

If you give her some time she’ll find most anything

She dreams of a guy and a forgotten wedding ring, oh she sings…

Why won’t somebody comb the beach for me?

 

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