Trophies by the Tide
acoustic folk narrativeLyrics
[Verse]
Cromer Trophies by the sea
Sweet love
Carving dreams from simple wood
By the seaside
Norfolk's pride
Crafting tales down where they stood
[Verse 2]
Key rings jingling down the lanes
Trophies stand in lines of gold
Shoe repairs and heart maintains
Faded stories
Memories told
[Chorus]
Silver
Pewter
Iron
Steel
In their hands
Both kind and bold
Every prize tells what we feel
Winning spirit
Tales unfold
[Verse 3]
Fishermen with nets of worn
Step inside this tiny shop
People mend what's bent and torn
In Cromer tides
Where waves don’t stop
[Verse 4]
Lighthouse beams and distant cries
Seagulls wheel
The salt-kissed breeze
With iron wills and patient eyes
Craft from souls
No rest nor cease
[Bridge]
Whittling hopes in windswept dawns
Carving dreams from gifts and more
Footsteps fade like ancient songs
Pebbled paths to oceans' door