Wind across the quay-side
Grit in my eyes and fish in my nose
White as whalebone, wheeling seagulls cry
Outside the bar in the high street
Blind fingers spin an accordion reel
Shoes and sedan wheels grudgingly keeping time
Fishing boat stretched out at low tide
Dog and a black man work on the deck
Bright as a bottle, sunlight skips wave to wave
Part of a map of somewhere
Teases my foot like a haunting dream
Never so free, i'm lost in the seagulls' flight
Known comments by Bruce Cockburn about this song, by date:
1986 - "...the rugged, witch-misted coasts of Devon and Cornwall...July days in Britian when the sun actually shone." - from the "All The Diamonds" songbook, edited by Arthur McGregor, OFC Publications 1986. Submitted by Rob Caldwell.
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