I’ll give you three shells and a rock,
plucked from the shores of my coast.
With sparkling sand spilling out
they’ll ease your palms the most.
I’ll give them to you at dawn
in the witch’s field, down west
surrounded by cows and her cat.
I'll fill you in on all that you’ve missed.
In exchange or a whisper or
your old yellow dress.
I’ll give my all to you,
just come back west.