I met a man at Shelter Cove
He whispered of his treasure trove
He lost one warm late august morn
Forever now his mind is torn
Her eyes were clear, her heart was free
He took her to the windy sea
He took her there one August day
She tumbled to the foaming grey
He twisted up his gnarled hands
He wanted me to understand
He never meant to let her go
Her charcoal eyes, her earthy glow
Her rosy cheeks, her sun-flecked breast
She was the girl he loved the best
She drew the eyes of other men
He tried but could not comprehend
How one like her could love but him
With ragged ways and crooked chin
He never meant to let her go
He said I had her eyes of coal
He said I brought her memory
My yellow hair, my ways so free
My heart beat as if in a cage
His crooked chin, his blue eyes crazed
His blue eyes crazed to match the sea
Seeing her, looking at me
And just then as he looked away
I pushed him to the foaming grey
I swear to you and live to tell
I watched the place he would have fell
I watched the thick and salty air
Nobody fell, he was not there
An apparition or a dream
I watched the crashing waves of cream
I sat there at the Shelter Cove
I sat there where the spirit dove
I sat alone, the only one
I sat with what I would have done
credits
from Old Mill Sessions,
released February 14, 2014
Written by Angie Heimann
Angie Heimann: guitar, vocals
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