The long white sands

It wish I were in Old Hunstanton town

The long white sands the laughing sea  the sky.

I can’t go back the yellow gorse has spikes.

I saw the graves of all the seamen drowned

I wish you held my hands  in your warm hands

I wish your  eyes were gazing into mine.

I wish that we could change the day and time

Walking in the place where sea meets land.

At Blakeney we walked out along the dyke.

When we turned the church was out of sight.

We never got a chance to take a boat.

To see the seals in some place more remote

I wish that we could bring back  Norfolk’s light

But we have got the vision and the sight