Cruel Sea

© Sadie Curlett / Tom Drinkwater 2006

I will go down to the sea
call your name where shore meets sky
carve your name in the black sands
with white pebbles I build a grave
for when you come back to me

I will wear the dress you picked for me
trailing cloth like hanging vines
I will walk barefoot on the cold rocks
until you come back to me
back from the cruel sea
back home with you holding me

I will wait here for you
waiting at the edge of the world
crouching where sky meets grey sea
trailing my hands in the cold foam
I will wait forever here
till the cold sea comes up for me
or until you come back to me

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A break from the relentless idealism, this song is our version of the traditional much sung story of waiting by the sea for your lost lover. But with a darker edge, who is the grave for, and why? I quite enjoy the gender ambiguity too, although it’s quite normal in folk song for men to sing songs from the woman’s point of view and vice versa. The music is meant to be suggestive of waves…

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