Rhossili

Oh Rhossili the sea pounds the Gower for twentyfour hours
each day of the year
The stone ghosts of mariners, carved in the headland
i climb down to swim in the sea
Oh Rhossili you strengthen my synapses, your soft sand collapses
neath my feet
The bell of Saint Mary rings out on a sunday
for surfers and farmers and sheep
Bring your only love to Rhossili
Go on your own to Rhossili
Leave and quietly go to Rhossili
Go on your own and go quickly
Oh Rhossili the tide is a-turning for you i am yearning
both spring and neap
Soon i must go but my heart tells me no
so maybe i'll stay one more day
Soon i must go but my heart tells me no
so maybe i'll stay one more day... (end lyrics/fade)
The verses to be done by a Welsh male quartet and the middle section sung by the late Jim Morrisson.

[@vegbloke]

Rubbish, he's had a drink; or not enough! I'm very proud of the Doors-ey middle eight though.