Sam, Sam the Seashell Man

Sam, Sam the seashell man Picks up shells in the soft white sand Every day he walks the shore Finding always more and more Purple shells and pink and blue Shells of nearly every hue He walks the beach in morning light And he walks again when nearly night Little shells and pointed ones Ruby shells like pearly suns Every one a special gem Made by the Master for His friend His treasures all are kept in store To give away to get some more When little children come his way He gives them shells to bless their stay Hear the ocean in the shells It’s captured waves and ocean swells You hold a treasure in your hand Sweet memories of the beach and sand They are blessings from the seashell man