I went down to the shouting sea
Taking Christopher down with me
For Nurse had given us sixpence each-
And down we went to the beach
We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes
Whenever a good nor'wester blows
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes
The sea was galloping grey and white
Christopher clutched his sixpence tight
We clambered over the humping sand-
And Christopher held my hand
We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes
Whenever a good nor'wester blows
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes
There was a roaring in the sky
The sea-gulls cried as they blew by
We tried to talk, but had to shout-
Nobody else was out
When we got home, we had sand in the hair
In the eyes and the ears and everywhere
Whenever a good nor'wester blows
Christopher is found with
Sand-between-the-toes