The Clocktower TTBB

The Clocktower TTBB

                                                                                      words and music by Elizabeth Sidebotham

In a sleepy little hamlet, for a hundred years or more stood a sturdy stone clocktower against a Cornish shore.
It has seen the changing seascape from Rame Head to St Mawes. It has seen the its boys go marching into two world wars.
Old Neptune has a temper, old Neptune’s in a rage.
He has summoned every element, he’s unleashed them from their cage.
The wind blows free this chilly night, the tide is rising more,
A rolling, surging sucking tide is breaking on the shore.
So relentless in its march and driven by the gale,
the rising water splashes, the rising water dashes, the rising water crashes, devastation in its wake.
And time stood still for the old clocktower as a mighty wave struck hard upon the quarter hour.
Then at last the storm subsides and the brave seagulls return, their cries washed away by the spray.
Did the clocktower hold firm? Will it stand another hundred years or will it crumble into the sea?