David Coller

Lyrics

Ch: Diggin’ for clams, diggin’ for clams
Walkin’ by the water where the sea meets the sand
Every mother’s child with a bucket in her hand
Turnin’ up the mudflats diggin’ for clams

Dancin’ in the moonlight to the Temperance Reel
Swing around your partner and you polka toe to heel and then it’s
Me and Molly Johnson, we waltzed the night away
But early in the mornin’ we were back down by the bay and we were

Ch:

My father used to tell my about Fiddler’s Green
And a little town in Iowa that I have never seen
We’ve all got our own conceptions of what paradise might be
But as for me it’s walkin’ on the mudflats by the sea where I’ll be

Ch:

The smell of Molly’s cookin’, the rollin’ of the tide
Heaven on the half-shell, with a lobster on the side
You’ve got your cherrystones and quahogs, little necks and geoducks
Your razors and your steamers and your chowder and your stew and you’ll be

Ch: Diggin’ for clams, diggin’ for clams
Walkin’ by the water where the sea meets the sand
Every mother’s child with a bucket in her hand
Turnin’ up the mudflats diggin’ for
Diggin’ for clams, diggin’ for clams
Walkin’by the water where the sea meets the sand
Every mother’s child with a bucket in her hand
Turnin’ up the mudflats diggin’ for clams