I saw  the sun rise over the North Sea
Accentuating coloured fishing boats.
The beauty of the dawn brought hope to me
A restful pleasure made my soft eyes dote.
The peace of this small town has caught my heart.
Scenes from ancient times repeat again
The gulls swoop low to sketch their flying charts
Remote as ever from the realm of man.
The shingle beach,the Church where Britten lies
The in and out of tides, the salty sea;
An exact match of houses, hill and skies.
The amber shop, the bakers, the oak tree.
In my mind I walk in love again;
Though of the two, a single one remains