The Bay
IVAN KORMANAK, WILLIAM DOREY
Sunlight, it breaks upon the sand
Wind piling, all the leaves are gone
I stop and listen for the gulls today
Fly high above the morning boats ohh
Waves roll up gently to the shore
Tempting, the water seems so cold the light
It shimmers in the glare of days gone by
The flare too far to memories left behind
