I wrote this with the plan to sing it in some Cornish Harbour Town but failed abismally to do so. Now, I could wait till I'm sitting at the harbour mouth in Boscastle this coming spring and I may yet do so. But for now, time is pressing and a song written four years ago that should have been acted on sooner can't wait another moment, so here it is, three hundred miles from where it belongs, but full of the right sentiment.
Sew me your dreams babe
Of a Cornish harbour town
Where you will run your café
And I will hang around
And I'll play my guitar
You'll feed me cream tea
And all my heart
will be at peace
I'd paint on the quay side
The ocean in all her moods
Will you sell them in your café
To the travellers who pass through
Will you wipe from my brow
The splashed cerulean
At your fireside
When day is done
Tell me how real are your dreams
Can they stand their ground
Do they burn up in the sun
When morning comes around
For I am lost in days
That age me as they close
Will you keep me young
In that dream of yours
In Looe of yesterday
Grant me this today
A glimpse of a future
That we may have one day
The view's tired through my eyes
Looking for that greener green
Maybe the answer
Lies in your dream
Beautiful and sad :(
ArahsayMoony 1 month ago
@ArahsayMoony You're not kidding. I wrote this on 27th November 2007 after the first time we spoke about Cornwall and discussed how we would afford to live there. Oh well, I still have the dream...
richardjhort 1 month ago