Sand Dollar - Seth Swirsky

She’s got a sand dollar in her hand, in her hand, in Her hand

She’s got a sand dollar, in her hand and Everybody knows

Red is the color of the daffodil laying on the Windowsill

Careful, her coffee’s about to spill

And everybody knows

Walking through a field of flowers

I could stay this way for hours and hours

Revolutions of the sun and the second act is only Begun

Soft is the rain as it trickles down

From the sky to the ground

There on the carousel she’s safe and sound

As everybody knows

Faded yellow tambourine keeping time to her Daydream

Dangling shoes on the pillow

What’s she thinking?

Where does she go?

She’s got a sand dollar in her hand, in her hand, in Her hand

She’s got a sand dollar, in her hand and Everybody knows