"Lucy", I said in a passage of cotton kegs
"Can we hold hands, I'm sure that it's warmer"
In search of the living or the spices of China
Then we hauled up our colors, the way the mother had told us
While the seagulls were screaming, Lucy was eating
And together we just watched the sails
Said she'd guessed the number of bales in the back room
While the seagulls were screaming, Lucy was eating
While the seagulls were screaming, Lucy was eating
And together we just watched the sails
Then we hauled up our colors, the way the mother had told us
Lucy walked gently between the damp barrels
Then we hauled up our colors, the way the mother had told us
Then the gulls ate the crumbs of Lucy's sandwich
And shut out my eyes, with the width of her fingers
