My memory remembers well the sound of the bells of St Senara's
On a Sunday morning as I'd wake
And everlong the evensong would glide
From the cliff top to the beach below
And there she'd listen to my song
And I'd sing to the heavens and the stars above
My voice would ring to the bottom of the ocean floor
And there my words would land amongst the rocks and sand
In the half light of the moon she'd hide,
And she'd whisper with the evening tide
Until it echoed through the night
No human voice could ever sound so sweet
As it floated on the evening breeze to where I lay my head to sleep
And she'd sing to the heavens and the stars above
Her voice would ring with the power of the crashing surf
That shatters on the shore, and stole my heart forevermore
I would sing the closing hymn each night
As the congregation sat enraptured by the melodies I'd make
And sometimes I would hear her voice again,
In the stillness of the dying notes
Her song would echo through this space
And she'd sing to the heavens and the stars above
Her voice would ring through the aisles of the silent church
To where the gasping throng would look but she'd be gone
I ran with her into the twilight and took her hand
She cast her spell and pulled me onward down to the sand
I fell in to eyes of blue and green
As her beauty overcame my soul and I could feel her possess me
I stepped in to waves aquamarine,
As she led me by the hand into a world that I could never leave
To the sea, to the deep that beckoned me below
The air I breath never more would need to keep me distant
From my ocean love, Imprisoned in the world above
My memory remembers well the sound of the bells of St Senara's
On a Sunday morning as I'd wake
