Love For Them All
Playing by the ocean in the warm soft sand
I picked up a few shells, White Yellow Black Tan
Excited to show my grandfather my treasure
I ran to his beach chair beaming with pleasure
Out of my pocket and into his hand
Went my four beauties, White Yellow Black Tan
His eyes not so good
Very hard to see
He felt around the edges then said to me
Your love for them all
Your purity so grand
Your friends are so wonderful, White Yellow Black Tan
Alan Riik 2011