Bill Ryder-Jones
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