Cornish Ghosts Lyrics

Close to where I stand on Trecrobben

Pilgrims walk St. Michael's Way

Few today reach Santiago

Most will cease their journey at the Bay

The Mount is rising from the distant water

Yet barely seems an arm's length away

Causley on the road to Marazion

Dreamed of one last summer in the Med

Sheets are dancing Morris in the wind

A buzzard slowly circles overhead

Engine houses march along the skyline

A sea fret daubs the coast in brown and red

Beyond the darkening horizons

Beyond the hills to the West

Beyond Pendeen and Cape Cornwall

The Longships founder off Lands End

Sea nymphs and mermaids pluck the heartstrings

But the bells no longer ring in Lyonesse

Around me march the ghosts of long-dead armies

Recalled among these ancient stones

The engine house beyond the farm

Still offers shelter to the crows

I watch the sun sink slowly to the West

Back into the sea from whence it rose