Running down to the water It's a way to make sense of the day There's a ghost in the harbour Telling tales of the years swept away That she sent to show me I am smaller than I once believed, I sing holy holy,
And my heart fills up with a salty breeze It's a memory stirred Circle high sea bird She's a stormy sea But she's a part of She's a part of me There's a fog down at craster And it's tempting and teasing me there To be close, to be near you Just to see how much life I can bear
She's there to remind me I am just one face in a crowd High tide will find me, She will wrap me up, in the froth and foam Like the men of the town And the girls left home She's a stormy sea
She's a part of me And my heart fills up with a salty breeze It's a memory stirred, circle high sea bird She's a stormy sea But she's a part of me
