Listen to the track:
đ” Gorselands
(Based on the memoirs of The Drews in Wembury 1947 - 1955) The archive is available to read on the Wembury Local History Association website)
We came one spring
The war had passed
A house of wood
Grey, built to last
White window frame
Faced out to sea
The gorse grew thick
Behind the trees
The grey house by the sea
Where we were young and free
Buckets, shoes, and tide
Fire in the weeds outside
The grey house by the sea
Still lives inside of me
No pipes for drains
No floor was warm
A ring was lost
Then found in storm
Ash cooled down
Gold caught the light
We knew that place
By sound, not sight
The grey house by the sea
Where we were wild and free
Pebbles, string, and sand
Rabbit traps and turf-cut land
The grey house by the sea
Still sings inside of me
Mother crossed a barbed fence line
Bullocks chased her through the spine
We laughed, she laughed, scratched to the bone
That beach was never ours alone
The grey house by the sea
Where we first came to be
Siren suits and salt
A child’s world without a halt
The grey house by the sea
Still speaks inside of me