Bluehorses - Pentyre Town lyrics

Foam flies white over rocks of black Nights are dark when the boats go down But souls flit back on the wild winds track And they gather in Pentyre Town Wild grey gulls in the narrow streets Weaving, wavering to and fro Hear the echo of vanished feet Flocking as the sun sinks low The nights are dark when the boats go down The nights are dark when the boats go down Pale she stands at her open door Dark little streets of a fishing town Feel the voices from sea and shore In the air as the sun goes down One sails past with an outstretched beak White throat high in a wailing cry Stoops his wing to a woman's cheek Light as he wavers by Still as a dream until it was nearly morning Sails burn rosy from afar Alien songs that bring her loves voice calling Alive with ruby hearted stars Still she stands at her open door Flickering sun is faint and far Woe is heavy you doubt no more The waves on the dull doombar No boat stirs on the dark sea breast Clouds that writhe on a palid sky Storm winds wail to the lurid west Shrill as a sea bird cry