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🎵 Wembury Mist
It's very often misty in Wembury when it's sunny in Plymouth, Hollocombe is usually the border.
Verse 1
There’s a hush upon the morning
Though the crows cry on the hill
Down in Wembury light is drowning
And the hedgerows all stand still
The sun is out in Plymstock town
But here the day won’t lift
It rolls in from the silver sea
That creeping briny mist
Chorus
Wembury mist where do you come from
Driftwood ghost with salted breath
You hide the Mewstone from my window
And turn the world to dreams and death
You taste of tides and old ship timbers
You hush the gull and twist the pine
Wembury mist you know the stories
That slipped through sea and time
Verse 2
On Hollacombe the fields are golden
Church bells ring on highland air
But down this lane the world is folded
And shadows gather everywhere
You blur the line from land to water
Smudge the cliffs in swirling grey
And every step feels one step farther
From the warmth of yesterday
Chorus
Wembury mist where do you come from
Driftwood ghost with salted breath
You hide the Mewstone from my window
And turn the world to dreams and death
You taste of tides and old ship timbers
You hush the gull and twist the pine
Wembury mist you know the stories
That slipped through sea and time
Bridge
Some say it’s just the ocean breathing
And some say it’s the lost who roam
But I’ve seen faces in the greyness
And they never quite go home
Final Chorus
Wembury mist don’t tell your secrets
Just drift along the old church wall
And if you find me standing silent
It’s ’cause I heard your ancient call