Tregardock

% A mist that from the moor arose

Cautious my sliding footsteps go

And I on my volcano edge

A mist that from the moor arose

In sea fog wraps Port Isaac Bay

To quarried rock and dripping cave

Exposed to ridicule and hate

In sea fog wraps Port Isaac Bay

The moan of warning from Trevose

The ocean leaden still below

Still do not dare to leap the ledge

The moan of warning from Trevose

Makes grimmer this October day

Has hardly strength to lift a wave

And smash to pieces on the slate

Makes grimmer this October day Go &

Tre-e-e-gardock, tre-e-e-gardock, tregardock (3)Go %(4)

Only the shore and cliffs are clear

I watch it crisp into its height

Gigantic slithering shells of slate

And flap exhausted on the beach

In waiting awfulness appear

The long surf menacing and white

Like journalism full of hate

Hissing as far as it can reach

O-o-oh, o-o-oh, o-o-oh, o-o-oh

On the sweet path a bramble leaf

The dunlin do not move each bird

Stands motionless and wet with dew

Is stationary on the sand

The grass bends down the bracken's brown

As if a spirit in it heard

The grey-green gorse alone is new

The final end of sea and land

O-o-oh, o-o-oh, o-o-oh, o-o-oh Go %

& [Grimmer this October day] Repeat and fade

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Written by: Mick Anderson hsteinke@extro.ucc.su.oz.au

or manderso@ntnecss1.telecom.com.au

Assisted by: Ria Heeringa

Shelley Giblin

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