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 traveling 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 traveling man

Drinking a bottle of milk in his hand

Speaking to no one in particular but happily



Down where young 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