The Boathouse from Hlywing by Ruth Angell
My son Elvin was 4 when I wrote this after a very wet and windy walk along the Northern Irish coastline at Bangor. He had been with us on a trip to Gran Canaria for our friends’ wedding a few weeks earlier and was coming to terms with the typical Irish weather. As we battled our way around he pulled on my hand and said “it’s not quite Gran Canaria is it mum?” And the song was born.
Tracklist
| 2. | The Boathouse | 3:59 |
Lyrics
Eyes of Ice and Fire
Blue and Gold
Like the Sea
Part of me
Piercing shards of light
Dart o’er the waves
Bold and breezy
Fall to our knees
And you say to me
Well “it’s not quite Gran Canaria Mum
It’s cloudy and it’s wet and there’s not much sun
The howling wind whips the skin off my face
I’ll walk in your shadow
Til a calmer place"
“It’s the cold harsh winds from the North you feel
Biting at your back, nipping your heel
But we’ll keep on striding out down the shore
For there’s shelter at the Boathouse
While outside the ocean roars”
Starfish fate
Sealed as bait
Sharp surprise
Seagulls cry
Dashing through a glade
Fairy made
Unseen magic
Don’t try to catch it
And you say to me
Well “it’s not quite Gran Canaria Mum
It’s cloudy and it’s wet and there’s not much sun
The howling wind whips the skin off my face
I’ll walk in your shadow
Til a calmer place”
“It’s the cold harsh winds from the North you feel
Biting at your back, nipping your heel
But we’ll keep on striding out down the shore
For there’s shelter at the Boathouse
While outside the ocean roars"
Ocean roars
La da da di da di da daa Ahhh……
