0ld Hunstanton with the pearl pale sands
Round the corner cliffs with striped bands
Where the waves lap onto the seashore
Ghost of children sing forever more.
Yellow gorse in its profusion grows
The wind blows from the Wash take seeds to sow.
By the gate the the duck pond is alive
The years have flown and I am not a bride
On the white white sands I see his marks
The sea filled all the gardens
Dark blue, stark.
It’s flood seemed like a richness
like a gift
Running down so slowly, coming swift
At Brancaster we two were almost drowned
The tide comes up so quickly without sound
You pulled me by the hands through waters deep
Where have you gone, my dearest ? Where is sleep?
How my heart sings 