Bluehorses

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