Sandy Star
No more from out the sunset,
No more across the foam,
No more across the windy hills
Will Sandy Star come home.
No more across the foam,
No more across the windy hills
Will Sandy Star come home.
He went away to search it,
With a curse upon his tongue,
And in his hands the staff of life
Made music as it swung.
With a curse upon his tongue,
And in his hands the staff of life
Made music as it swung.
I wonder if he found it,
And knows the mystery now:
Our Sandy Star who went away
With the secret on his brow.
And knows the mystery now:
Our Sandy Star who went away
With the secret on his brow.