Marshfield

I drove on down to Marshfield
but I never got to see
the big, blue ocean waiting for me.
I came down to help
but I hadn't got a clue
so I cleaned, and braided and groomed.
And when I was alone
or grazing my grey rose
thinking of you, salt water flowed.
My mother asked me,
"How are you, my dear?"
and I smiled an answer without a great tear.
But the ocean is so very near.
oh, the ocean is so very near.