She came bearing gifts from the sea: a starfish for you and string of shells for me,
'Cause when she came, I never asked her why,
'Cause when she left, I never turned to say goodbye.
She came with a starfish on her bow,
The string of shells around my neck felt coarse somehow,
'Cause by the day, the sea would sing and say,
But by the night, the seahorse reigns would guide the way.
She came bearing gifts from the sea: starfish for you, string of shells for me,
'Cause when she flew, the sea would sing no more,
The string of shells around my neck fell to the ocean floor.
To the ocean floor,
To the ocean floor,
To the ocean floor.
