Cliffs of Dover

Cliffs of Dover © Ben Burton Leah, lovely Leah, looking good and well tonight As you walk the Cliffs of Dover with a faint, but regal, smile And paint your wistful dreams on the facing's chalky white The Cliffs of Dover plan to keep you for a while On seven years since nature's wrath came blowing To channel spirits in salt water long asleep Appeared a lovely girl steadfastly hoping To summon fate and make a date with destiny No clinging ray of hope left to console her A love knot woven into silken, jet black hair Three hundred feet below, the crash of rollers Her champagne eyes reflecting spectres dwelling there What Siren's tale brought one so young such sorrow Her spirit riddled with regret she could not purge And though losers are not favored with the laurel The winners' cup will render ashes in return The myst'ry of your heartache ebbs and flows upon the tide Were you searching for what few folks ever find Does yesterday's remorse provoke tomorrow's suicide Another mermaid heeds the call from Neptune's brine Leah, lovely Leah, look like bloody hell tonight As you walk the Cliffs of Dover with a ghostly, languid smile But the haunted dreams you painted on the facing's chalky white Have faded from the tears of another set to die The Cliffs of Dover bid farewell to you, dear child