home again

home again

back in the wood

we left the sea behind us

we'd have brought it if we could

the sound of the ocean

in the wind the smell of salt

the feel of the sand

came to a screeching halt

as we turned North on the Highway

and

a little to the West

we always say

Farewell

to the house

that's just the best

it's plain and  it's simple

but it has all that we need

a view of the ocean

and the sound of the waves

as they crash on the shoreline

just a few steps away

stand strong number seven

when the winds blow over you

when the ocean laps upon the dunes

that are there to shelter you

we'll see you once again

when the leaves start to fall

here in the wood

where the trees are all so tall

if I climb to the top of one maybe I can see

the little blue house

that stands by the sea......