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🎵 The Path We Share
The coastal footpath is a joy
(Verse 1)
We set off where the hedgerows lean,
Past bramble, thorn, and nettle green,
The sea below, the cliffs above,
Each turning bends through land I love.
A robin sings, a kestrel flies,
A weathered gate, a softened sky
And every footstep finds its place
Along this ancient, patient trace.
(Chorus)
It’s the path we share,
From old stone farms to salty air.
By boots and wheels, through sun and rain,
It leads us home and out again.
From Mewstone's watch to Maker's light,
We walk by day, we dream by night
No need to own what we repair…
This land, this line, this path we share.
(Verse 2)
Volunteers with measured hands
Lay timbers down, reset the lands.
A stile rebuilt, a waymark raised
The quiet work that goes unpraised.
They clear the bracken, mend the edge,
They scan the coast from cliff and hedge.
Their labour writes, with care and grace,
A living map through time and space.
It’s the path we share,
From Wembury Point to Bolt Tail’s glare.
Past foxglove tall and skylark song,
We learn what’s short, and what is long.
Each walker leaves a trace, a breath,
Of stories whispered into depth
No need to claim, or coin, or swear…
This line endures, this path we share.
Some come for views, some come for peace,
Some walk to grieve, some walk release.
And some just like the wind and spray
The rhythm of a walking day.
It’s the path we share,
Worn smooth by those no longer there.
Still held by soil, by step, by care…
This land, this line, this path we share.