Seth Swirsky Sand Dollar
She's got a sand dollar in her hand
In her hand, in her hand
She's got a sand dollar in her hand
And everybody knows
Red is the color of the daffodil
Laying on the windowsill
Careful, her coffee's about to spill
And everybody knows
Walking through a field of flowers
I could stay this way for hours and hours
Revolutions of the sun
And the second act is only begun
Soft is the rain as it trickles down
From the sky to the ground
There on the carousel she's safe and sound
As everybody knows
Faded yellow tambourine
Keeping time to her daydream
Dangling shoes on the pillow
What's she thinking? Where does she go?
She's got a sand dollar in her hand
In her hand, in her hand
She's got a sand dollar in her hand
And everybody knows
