November 2003 - St. Ives

Just a bit of a development of the little song I started yesterday, I'll get round to working out the music for it, and singing it soon.

I was lost and unaccepted,
My thoughts all unconnected,
As I traipsed along the path on into town.
I sensed that she was lonely,
Under a moon that rose so slowly,
From the moment I arrived,
In my misty eyed St. Ives.

The boats all in her harbour,
Were slumped and half asleep,
I couldn't help but feel,
She had waded into deep,
Her flags all flagged in sorrow,
She was looking for tomorrow,
From the moment I arrived,
In my misty eyed St. Ives.

And every time I turned to her she hid from me,
Her beauty was much deeper than her sea,
The water in her sand reflects her agony,
She's looking for a light to set her free,

And I will try, My misty eyed St. Ives,
To blow away the clouds that rain and make you cry,
To be the guy, that taught you how to fly,
And light a light, in my misty eyed St. Ives.

Through her streets were quite inviting,
There were boring and unexciting,
There was something she was hiding past her pride.
I could tell that she was longing,
For a warm sense of belonging,
I could see past the disguise,
Of my misty eyed St Ives.

And every time I turned to her she hid from me,
Her beauty was much deeper than her sea,
The water in her sand reflects her agony,
She's looking for a light to set her free,

And I will try, My misty eyed St. Ives,
To blow away the clouds that rain and make you cry,
To be the guy, that taught you how to fly,
And light a light, in my misty eyed St. Ives.