When Sally was only three

She was brought to live by the sea;

When Sally was only three,

She gave her soul to the sea;

Her little toes sinking in golden sand

She would gaze in wonder at the blue expanse;

And made crowns of shells

For her long fair hair;

Sally rode on the waves

With the surf on her face;

The splash of blue on her legs

As the sun would caress her hair;

Then a young man from land

Came to claim Sally’s hand;

The date was set

And the guests there met,

But they waited in vain

Even through the rain

Sally wanted to be

One last time with the sea;

But her jealous lover the wide wide sea,

Embraced her and took her away from here;

They say sometimes when the wind is strong

You can hear Sally singing her joyful song,

With a crown of shells

And a veil of mist

on her beautiful golden hair.

Copyright 2011 Gloria Gay