The Fossil Hunter Songtext

von Fairport Convention

A small girl is holding a carpenter's hand
Their eyes are looking down on the sand
Down on the sand.

Holding a pebble that she's found
He shows her secrets in this jewel from the ground
This jewel in the ground

She sells shells upon the sea shore
Things slip through her hands so fast
She won't find love any more
Not find love any more.

The winter's tales in Salem last
The girl's a woman now, the childhood past
The childhood's past.

She sells her finds to those who'll buy
Lends a hand to those who try
To those who try.

She sells shells upon the sea shore
Things slip through her hands so fast
She won't find love any more
Not find love any more.

Winter's fury throws waves ashore
An unchanged flow of an ancient law
This ancient law.

Black then gives way to liquid jaws
Millions of years to settle a score
They settle a score.

She sells shells upon the sea shore
Things slip through her hands so fast
She won't find love any more
Not find love any more.

Walking to a spot she knows
Where the land has slipped again.
A hammer held tight in her hand
She works on in the rain.

A lighthouse beam moves into the sea
She moves the earth so patiently
So patiently.

A landmark of history she will find
Her father's face appears in her mind
He comes to her mind.

She sells shells upon the sea shore
Things slip through her hands so fast
She won't find love any more
Not find love any more.

Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee...
Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee...
Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee...

Mary is running by the sea
Mary is running by the sea
Mary is running by the sea
Mary is running by the sea...