Sandy
HARRY F. CHAPIN
Sandy is the seashore
And Sandy is the sea
Sandy is a clear blue sky
Or so it seems to me
I can see her everywhere
In everything I see
She can turn to anything
That she would like to be
Sandy is the summer's day
She laughs inside the brook
Sandy is an autumn moon
She shines down when I look
Sandy is a cozy fire
On a snowy winter's night
And Sandy is the gentle rain
In the early morning light
Sandy is my mirror
There are secrets in her eyes
Every single morning
She dawns a new disguise
And she has caught the mystery
Of all things wild and free
I can see the world in her
For she means the world to me
