The gate Swings below Daisies blow through my head And the tide glimmers low Grey as lead Oh darling Twist my heart like a blood flame Oh darling Peacocks turn in the noon shade.
And I'm ready here in the eye Of the solent dancing With its ghost ships and lies Turning like a beast in its sleep Effortless and free But I'm already here in the eye Of the solent dancing.
Peacocks turn in the noon shade, Reaching out to touch Flint rockhouse and your blood-warmth The sound of your voice that plays Silvering the hush between the waves But I'm already here in the eye Of the solent dancing