POLZEATH CORNWALL Gathered here amongst the hills of our hearts The stones of us, our joy, hopes, history, dreams Tumble out as words Bold pebbles against the sandy shore.
Doubtful shadows creep around me I feel their breath at my back Their salt ****** my eyelids, Pulsing, this circle of light, words, and laughter brings me back , This sweet belonging bears me away.
The streams and fields of us sing this landscape The echo resounds around these walls As our souls meet on the far silver shore.