The Fossil Hunter

Album cover art for "The Fossil Hunter" by Fairport Convention

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The Fossil Hunter

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A small girl is holding a carpenter's hand Their eyes are looking down on the sand Down on the sand Holding a pebble that she's found He shows her secrets in this jewel from the ground This jewel in the ground She sells shells upon the sea shore Things slip through her hands so fast She won't find love any more Not find love any more The winter's tales in Salem last The girl's a woman now, the childhood past The childhood's past She sells her finds to those who'll buy Lends a hand to those who try To those who try She sells shells upon the sea shore Things slip through her hands so fast She won't find love any more Not find love any more Winter's fury throws waves ashore An unchanged flow of an ancient law This ancient law Black then gives way to liquid jaws Millions of years to settle a score They settle a score She sells shells upon the sea shore Things slip through her hands so fast She won't find love any more Not find love any more Walking to a spot she knows Where the land has slipped again A hammer held tight in her hand She works on in the rain A lighthouse beam moves into the sea She moves the earth so patiently So patiently A landmark of history she will find Her father's face appears in her mind He comes to her mind She sells shells upon the sea shore Things slip through her hands so fast She won't find love any more Not find love any more Mary is running by the sea Mary is running by the sea Mary is running by the sea Mary is running by the sea...

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Credits

Writers
  • Chris Leslie