LYRICS
作曲 : Neville
Sandy, sandy, fishnets, fishnets
Washed up on the shore,
What's she catching?
And will she be sore?
Sandy was the prettiest of all,
She talked French,She came from Montreal.
During chores she never had to help,
Sandy got a bed all to herself.
We slept in the trailer to the right,
Sandy told us stories late at night.
She spoke of ships and sailors,
And the sea so big and wide,
She had lots of uncles and was always tired.
Sandy, sandy, fishnets, fishnets, Sandy Sandy
Washed up on the shore,
What's she catching?
And will she be sore?
How they loved her in those early days,
Mrs. Bulger let her go away, Bulger
All the uncles drove her up to play,
We would see them kissing on the lake.
Time went by and Sandy's all grown up,
The lines of uncles dwindled and the pirates stories stopped,
Then one day Melissa May showed up,
And Sandy had to share a bed with us. Sandy
Sandy, sandy, fishnets, fishnets, Sandy Sandy
Washed up on the shore,
What's she catching?
And will she be soaring over the sea，
with the wind in her sails and a knife in her teeth？
At the helm of a ship on it's way to a distant shore.
Bermuda or Thailand, an uncharted island,
Sandy we're all getting older, Sandy
What will they do with us
When they are through with us?
Sandy, what are we sailing for?
Christmas morning, 1993, 1993
Presents waiting underneath the tree,
There's a box for me, a box for me,
No gift for poor old Sandy to be seen.
We found Sandy sobbing quietly,
Uncle Gerald said he liked Christine,
Mrs. Bulger said she'd have to leave, Bulger
Three days later she was gone,
The day she turned 13.