American Old Time Song Lyrics: 17 Shells Of Ocean
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 17
SHELLS OF OCEAN.
One Summer eve, with pensive thought,
I wandered on the sea-beat shore,
Where oft, in heedless infant sport,
I gathered shells in days before-
Where oft, in heedless infant sport,
I gathered shells in days before.
The splashing waves like music fell,
Responsive to my fancy wild,
A dream came o'er me like a spell,
I thought I was again a child-
A dream came o'er me like a spell,
I thought I was again a child.
I stood upon the pebbly strand,
To cull the toys that round me lay,
But as I took them in my hand,
I threw them one by one away-
But as I took them in my hand,
I threw them one by one away.
"Oh, thus, " I said, "in every stage,
By toys our fancy is beguiled,
We gather shells from youth to age,
And then we leave them like a child-
We gather shells from youth to age,
And then we leave them like a child,"