Sails – Elton JohnBy I viewed in my presenceMy hand on my foreheadAnd sighting the linersOf mad merchant seamenIn search of the livingOr the spices of ChinaLucy walked gentlyBetween the damp barrelsAnd shut out my eyesWith the width of her fingersSaid she’d guessed the numberOf bales in the back roomWhile the seagulls were screamingLucy was eatingThen we hauled up our colorsThe way the mother had told usAnd together we just watched the sailsLucy I saidIn a passage of cotton kegsCan we hold handsI’m sure that it’s warmerThen the gulls ate the crumbsOf Lucy’s sandwich www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20