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  1. The Broomway

From the recording Bricks & Dust

Lyrics

THE BROOMWAY

There’s a place where you can lose your cares
Heads due east from Wakering Stairs
If you take my hand I’ll guide you there
Sixty six souls lost to the brine
You might be the next in line
So take my hand if you dare

I’m the ghost of the sands
I’m the ghost of the sands
Trust me
Trust me

It’s six miles out to Fisherman’s Head
But best be careful where you tread
‘cause the Black Grounds lay in wait for you
Though the tide is low across the flats
Be sure to know your way back
There’s a mist that’s driftin’ in from the sea

Loss of bearing sightless glaring
Scale and distance become entwined
Turgid gleaming cunning scheming
The Broomway draws you in

So you’re caught out by the rushing tide
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
Can’t tell the land from the sea
Well save your soul take my hand
I’ll free you from this treacherous land
Together we’ll roam for eternity

I’m the ghost of the sands
I’m the ghost of the sands
Trust me
Trust me