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The moon rides high on the Atlantic
As we walk down John Lloyd beach
Watching for those ancient creatures
Who climb up within our reach
Then we see the mamma turtle
Pick her perfect nesting place
And as she struggles with her eggs
It looks like tears fall down her face
Our young guide with the flashlight
Says it's just sand in her eyes
There's no other earlthly reason
For a loggerhead to cry
But we'll be here to help the hatchlings
Find their way toward the moon
Cause when we' built our homes upon this sand
We didn't leave them any room
Chorus:
She's cryin' turtle tears
As she leaves her babies in the sand
Like she's done a hundred years
Before she needed any help from man
Before our ignorance and greed
Did so much damage all these years
She crawls back to the sea
Her sea of turtle tears
Florida means oceans
Florida means clouds
Since the highways and Flagler's trains
It means vast tourist crowds
And anywhere a hoard of humans go
Our Mother suffers in the wake
As we feed our endless appetites
We take and take and take
We believed our rare resources
Would go on eternally
That Florida was ours to waste
>From the grasses to the sea
Now I watch this blessed mother
Leave her babies on this shore
Not knowing if they'll find the moon
I know what she's cryin' for
Chorus:
She's cryin' turtle tears
As she leaves her babies in the sand
Like she's done a hundred years
Before she needed any help from man
Before our ignorance and greed
Did so much damage all these years
She crawls back to the sea
Her sea of turtle tears
TAG: She disappears into the sea
Her sea of turtle tears
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