Where the cockelshells bloom
In the low tide ebbing at noon
And the sweet brine spray
Against cliff spritzes away
Memory’s musk of sunrise gone dusk,
That is where somedays will find me.
Where the cockelshells bloom
In the low tide ebbing at noon
And the sweet brine spray
Against cliff spritzes away
Memory’s musk of sunrise gone dusk,
That is where somedays will find me.