Craster

Running down to the water It's a way to make sense of the day there's a ghost in the harbour telling tales of the years swept away

That she sent to show me I am smaller than I once believed, I sing holy holy,

And my heart fills up with a salty breeze It's a memory stirred Circle high sea bird She's a stormy sea but she's a part of She's a part of me.

There's a fog down at Craster and it's tempting and teasing me there to be close, to be near you Just to see how much life I can bear

She's there to remind me I am just one face in a crowd High tide will find me, She will wrap me up, in the froth and foam

Like the men of the town and the girls left home She's a stormy sea She's a part of me And my heart fills up with a salty breeze It's a memory stirred, circle high sea bird She's a stormy sea but she's a part of me