Old women in shawls stamp the cobbles and call
Strange words of a language lost
Like music coming from a harp that's broken
Chapel in fields of daisies
Encircled by mists
A bell rings so faintly
Young children run bare, the sand doesn't care
It lies beneath a sky so wide
It merges with a sea that's full of laughter
Cottages - only one storey
Huddled in line
Quaint stone and lime.
A train chugs along, whistling a song
It trundles through the countryside
Twixt fields and hills ablaze with daffodils
Meadows slope to the river
The river winds down
To the sea in the dunes
A seagull floats down, night dons her blue gown
The boats are high upon the beach
As twilight casts its glow across the rooftops
Street lamps - pools of light in the darkness
Nobody around
A village is sleeping
Jean Moss - Tristan's Town Lyrics
Jean Moss - Tristan's Town Lyrics
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Old women in shawls stamp the cobbles and call
Strange words of a language lost
Like music coming from a harp that's broken
Chapel in fields of daisies
Encircled by mists
A bell rings so faintly
Young children run bare, the sand doesn't care
It lies beneath a sky so wide
It merges with a sea that's full of laughter
Cottages - only one storey
Huddled in line
Quaint stone and lime.
A train chugs along, whistling a song
It trundles through the countryside
Twixt fields and hills ablaze with daffodils
Meadows slope to the river
The river winds down
To the sea in the dunes
A seagull floats down, night dons her blue gown
The boats are high upon the beach
As twilight casts its glow across the rooftops
Street lamps - pools of light in the darkness
Nobody around
A village is sleeping
Strange words of a language lost
Like music coming from a harp that's broken
Chapel in fields of daisies
Encircled by mists
A bell rings so faintly
Young children run bare, the sand doesn't care
It lies beneath a sky so wide
It merges with a sea that's full of laughter
Cottages - only one storey
Huddled in line
Quaint stone and lime.
A train chugs along, whistling a song
It trundles through the countryside
Twixt fields and hills ablaze with daffodils
Meadows slope to the river
The river winds down
To the sea in the dunes
A seagull floats down, night dons her blue gown
The boats are high upon the beach
As twilight casts its glow across the rooftops
Street lamps - pools of light in the darkness
Nobody around
A village is sleeping
Writer: Jean Moss
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid