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Fairport Convention

The Fossil Hunter

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 anymore

Not find love anymore

The wind tells tales in sails and masts

The girl's a woman now, her childhood past

Her 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 anymore

Not find love anymore

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 anymore

Not find love anymore

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 anymore

Not find love anymore

Mary is running by the sea

Mary is running by the sea

Mary is running by the sea

Mary is running by the sea...