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She Sells Seashells by the Seashore - Words and Music by Michael McNamara

There's a girl who lives down by a beach
In a little grass hut so tidy and neat
And everyday as the sun starts to rise
You can find her down on the beach collecting her prize
She is nature so innocent and sweet
She gives comfort to everyone she meets

And she sells seashells by the seashore
And she doesn't want to do anything more
Than what she's going to do today
She sells seashells by the seashore
And she doesn't want to do anything more
Than what she's going to do today

And years ago when she was quite young
She married a man and they had a son
And everyday under the blue and white skies
You could find them down on the beach living their lives
Then one day her husband and her son
Sailed in a storm that they never came back from

And she sells seashells by the seashore
And she doesn't want to do anything more
Than what she's going to do today
She sells seashells by the seashore
And she doesn't want to do anything more
Than what she's going to do today

There's a girl who lives down by a beach
With an emptiness in her heart that leaves her incomplete
And everyday as the sun starts to rise
You can find her down on the beach with tears in her eyes
She is nature so innocent and sweet
She looks for comfort in everyone she meets

And she sells seashells by the seashore
And she doesn't want to do anything more
Than what she's going to do today
She sells seashells by the seashore
And she doesn't want to do anything more
Than what she's going to do today
She sells seashells by the seashore
She sells seashells by the seashore
She sells seashells by the seashore