Oh withG brown eyes shining, shore light on the wDay to go,
And the sun tries to reel him home, I guess you're broke
And we lost sight of it, and breath tied up in someone's hold,
And your eyes screamed it, Burgh Island in sepia tones.

And if I was eCver to leave, I'd sayG before I goD 
That you're the bCest momentEm I've ever knDown.

WithG brown eyes shining, shore light on the wDay to go,
And the sun tries you so long,
And we lost sight of it, and breath tide up in someone's hold,
And we'll break for it, on Burgh Island in sepia tones.

And if I was eCver to leave, I'd sGay before I gDo
That you're the bCest momentEm I've ever knDown.

Oh, I bCite mDy toGngue,
that you maybe the CfirsDt tGo the wind
'Cause I heCard eDach soGng,
that Emman is a fickle chiDld,
The one blowiGng. Em    D 

Oh, I bCite mDy toGngue,
that you maybe the CfirsDt tGo the wind
'Cause I heCard eDach soGng,
that Emman is a fickle chiDld,
The one blowiCng. D    G