They spend days looking for you
And I hear a bell toll in the salty air
Sounds of aircraft
Hovering, searching, finding nothing
They're hunting, weeding, baby, they found nothing

When you were young you wondered
What secrets lay hidden in those caves, I know I did
You grew yourself to have the strength
To find out
And to prove to yourself you had the strength
You went for a walk

So much to be said for a coastal town
So much to be said for being a free man
So much to say for being on holiday
So much to be said with so much to say
So much to be said with so much to say

Blue sky, perfect day
Picked up your things, but felt so afraid
You could not have chosen better, believe me
Perfection and fear and the blue sea

So much to be said for a coastal town
So much to be said for being free
There's so much to say for being on holiday
So much to be said for nothing much to say
So much to be said with so much to say

There were such kind young faces
Looking at your family in the church today
I felt I could reach out and touch their sympathy
Then they read out your last rites and it was real for me

So much to be said for being lied today
So much to be said for being in my skin
So much to be said for human frailty
So much to be said for human kindness

So much to be said with so much to say
So much to be said with too much to say
So much to be said with too much to say

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Writer(s): Lesley Rae Dowling