Testo di Morgan's Pantry

Ripples they go running on the incoming tide Whisper of laughter side to side No one goes looking whoever they may be No one goes seeking the folk of the sea Waves all awash on the bars of the beach Murmur of sorrow, murmur of grief No one goes looking whoever they may be No one goes seeking the folk of the sea Breakers go crashing to foam as they go There's laughter and shouting far down below No one goes looking whoever they may be No one goes seeking the folk of the sea Sailors set sail, there's green hair afloat And eyes underwater follow the boat No one goes looking whoever they may be No one goes seeking the folk of the sea