The Tinker and the Crab

On the windy beach the sun is shining through with weather fair

White horses riding on the seas pasture onto the sand

Over the Dunes came a travelling man

Sack on back Wild flowers in his hand

Old rusty cans, pebbles 'bedded in the sand stand and stare

Scratching his beard through the grass he steered his sandy shoe

Disappearing in the dips pondering and wandering along

Nice as you please comes the travelling man

Drinking a bottle of milk in his hand

Speaking to no one in particular but happily

Down where the gulls dance driftwood lying drying for the fire

Yellow beak and sleek now the gulls are crying flying higher

Out from the sea came a little green Crab

Taking the Sun the morning being very drab

Old rusty cans, pebbles 'bedded in the sand stand and stare

The Tinker and the Crab

The Tinker and the Crab

The Tinker and the Crab