I've been digging through the sand Filling up my bucket with things that might be gold And the skin on both my hands is rubbing raw And the numbness is the only thing between me and the cold But I ain't going home till I find something worth of you Washed up in the shore from somewhere out among the blue I ain't lonely Got the beachcomber blues I got the beachcomber blues ♪ Yeah I've been digging through the sand keeping my eyes out For a shine amongst the stones And the clouds are turning black And I don't need to be sailor To know how hard the west wind blows But I ain't going home till I find something perfect for you Worthy isn't good enough only the best will do I ain't lonely I've got the beachcomber blues I've got the beachcomber blues I've got the beachcomber blues