On a worn path, mired by squalor
Shared a long
laugh by the water
Through the marrow grass, sounds of summer
I watched
sun fall to the sea
And those I grew up with all around me
The names I remember,
etched in sand
And the tide tumbling over to greet them
Call it summer,
call it winter in my hands
On a spur of thought,
the rarest hour
I gazed upon the old bell tower
My mind adrift, clouds in shower
I sat beneath
the cross and watched the dawn
And those I grew up with all around me
The names I remember,
etched in sand
And the tide tumbling over to greet them
Call it summer,
call it winter in my hands
Took a stroll down to the rock beach
Left the storm raging on in my wake
How the cold gale threw me into slumber
My mind
drifting lowly on the waves
And those I grew up with all around me
The names I remember,
etched in sand
And the tide tumbling over to greet them
Call it summer,
call it winter in my hands
Call it summer
Call it winter in my hands