Walking on the long white shore with you
The perfect sands, the sky and sea so blue The rippling waves made patterns on our shoes Oh,come back,sweetheart ,I can’t bear your loss
The church at Old Hunstanton has a pond
Ducks and geese were waiting for more food
The silence was enormous, like the sky
Interrupted by a wild bird’s cry
At Brancaster we nearly met our deaths
Cut off by a wave behind our backs Young and green ,we knew no panic then
But now I feel it as I walk alone Without my anchor I may float away
A little speck of dust in that wide bay
