Listen to the track:
The Mill
Nowadays the cafe on the beach
Down where the cliffs meet tide and foam
The old wheel turned, the mill was home
Sacks of grain and boots of clay
They worked the stones by light and day
Now it’s lattes where the wheel once roared
Espressos by the old stone floor
The grain is gone, the wheel is still
But stories echo through the mill
The storm came hard in twenty-four
The sea rose high, it broke the door
It filled the mill with stone and wood
But still they built it where it stood
Now it's traybakes by the tidal shore
Ice cream queues where sacks once tore
No wheel to turn, no grain to pour
Just memories in the mill once more
If you pause with coffee in your hand
You stand upon remembered land
Now the sea still sings and visitors stay
But the old wheel sleeps through each new day
And Wembury’s tide rolls ever past
The mill stands quiet, built to last