There's a pretty young girl on the beach today
And she's singin' her heart out to the sea
She's picking up shells for her menagerie
She's combing her hair on the breeze
But I thought I saw her wiping a tear from her eye
As she drifted slowly over the sand
And I thought I heard her say in a soft sweet voice
"O where, O where is my man?"
Her man it seems was a man of dreams
Signed as mate upon a ship and went to war
He kissed her sweet as he joined the fleet
And left her alone on the shore
But as she watched the horizon a year had gone
And the Man of War had never appeared
For its bow was crossed, and in gunfire lost
And went down with all hands as she feared
In the days of old, so the tale was told
Of a God who ruled the ocean and the wave
If a price was paid for a soul once slayed
And laid to his watery grave
They say that every grain of sand is the soul of a man
Come to rest upon the shore of his land
If True Love’s eyes comes to where it lies
The god will come make his demand
There’s a pretty young girl on the beach today
Singing Glory Halleluiah from her soul
Her man emerged from the ocean swash
returned to her arms live and whole
But her sweet serenade, not a sound she made
To the ocean god she honored her debt
For it seems her voice was His price of choice
She paid it without a regret
