thelma sings to little nell

fragments spinning in the waves, the sea is dreaming of shining caves, a drop of petal rings the bell, in the corner of heaven of my little nell, words from the vine and essence flow, a teardrop turns in its fall to a glow, and thelma sings her sing song show, to the mother that lost her before she did grow, and her wintered feet now shim and shine, as she sings from one to ninety-nine, and her wintered feet now shim and shine, as she sings from one to ninety-nine, and her wintered feet now shim and shine, as she sings from one to ninety-nine, and her wintered feet now shim and shine, as she sings from one to ninety-nine