Spring Tide from Rainhill Trials by Dan Amor

Down where the waves break I saw
Green glint of glass washed ashore
Sharp edges dulled by the tide
Washed down here from Firth of Clyde

Down where the sprint tide is turning
Blue waves on white sand determines

Green glow of spring in your step
Laid low but not quite done yet
Bird song and crest of a wave
We'll comb the beach and sleep late

Down where the sprint tide is turning
Blue waves on white sand determines
If silver's strung in the treetops
Hedgerows are woven with dew drops

Up high the rain clouds dream rust
Coast road wears weather and dust
Down by the lightening pine
Rain shakes a petrified vine

Down where the sprint tide is turning
Blue waves on white sand determines
If summer's sprung in the treetops
Hedgerows are woven with dew drops

And I'm quietly determined that the day will come around
When you and I will sail the blue and never run aground
With discontent and wintertime left trailing in our wake
The sun and wind will favour us which ever course we take
I will be the deckhand and you the captain kind
We'll plough our way through crest and trough 'til golden isles we'll find
And it all makes sense in the fullness fullness of time
Yes it all makes sense in the fullness fullness of time

And this sense of isolation will dissolve as I progress
The clamour of this busy life devours us I guess
The Rowan trees are laden with their berries red as dawn
Perseverance rectifies the golden dreams of thorns
Rain and hills and window sills could never serve to please
The disconnected dreams of dew drops strung out in the trees

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