There is a broken casket washed up by the morning tide
With a young girl's magic mementos and secondhand jewelry inside
Letters from long dead lovers tied now with a seaweed bow
A first world war photograph of a German matelot

A first world war photograph of a German matelot

Attracted by the glittering
A hermit crab approaches
The caskets gaudy entrails
Of necklaces and broaches

Two ticket for Hohenlinden lie half buried in the sand
And a poem by Christian Morgenstern copied carefully by hand
As the sun climbs high in the heavens, and fisherman return from the kill
The hermit crab scuttles for safety, as children swoop down from the hill

The hermit crab scuttles for safety, as children swoop down from the hill

There is a broken casket washed up by the morning tide
With a young girl's magic mementos and secondhand jewelry inside
Letters from long dead lovers tied now with a seaweed bow
A first world war photograph of a German matelot

A first world war photograph of a German matelot