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St. Michael's Mount is standing... out there upon the strand... the tide is low and people come and go upon the sand. but I am like the island when the sea is in once more, I have no boat to row and he is on the distant shore... Footprints of the morning fade beneath the evening waves but in my mind are memories that nothing can erase.... CHORUS: When Ian played guitar on sunday afternoon, I know I wrote the music but I'd never heard the tune.... and the silence that he left me with weighs heavy on my hands and time goes by real slow - on Marazion Sands.....  I threw a pebble in a pool, the ripples flowed around in ever growing circles, though it hardly made a sound... He was like a pebble that was thrown into my life. He disappeared so quietly - and leaves me wondering why a time that passed so quickly and seems so long ago.... still holds me in the circles of the songs we used to know.... CHORUS: When Ian played guitar on sunday afternoon, I know I wrote the music but I'd never heard the tune.... and the silence that he left me with weighs heavy on my hands and time goes by real slow - on Marazion Sands..... I built us both a castle, but I built it out of sand. I never stopped to think that it might crumble in his hands....... but like the walls of Jericho within the trumpets' sound the walls and towers I'd taken hours to build came tumbling down.... Now I search amongst the ruins to see if I can find a piece of something beautiful to ease my troubled mind... CHORUS: From when Ian played guitar on sunday afternoon, I know I wrote the music but I'd never heard the tune.... and the silence that he left me with weighs heavy on my hands and time goes by real slow - on Marazion Sands..... Lyrics & Music: © Rosie Hardman 1973 V. A. M. P. 1 Originally recorded on 'For My Part' (Cassette release only.) Mount Recordings. MRS 3 WH. 1975. |
