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SIm
% A mist that from the moor arose
Cautious my sliding footsteps go
And I on my volcano edge
A mist that from the moor arose
SIm
In sea fog wraps Port Isaac Bay
To quarried rock and dripping cave
Exposed to ridicule and hate
In sea fog wraps Port Isaac Bay
SIm
The moan of warning from Trevose
The ocean leaden still below
Still do not dare to leap the ledge
The moan of warning from Trevose
SIm
Makes grimmer this October day
Has hardly strength to lift a wave
And smash to pieces on the slate
Makes grimmer this October day Go &
SIm FA#m SIm FA#m SIm
Tre-e-e-gardock, tre-e-e-gardock, tregardock (3)Go %(4)
RE REmaj7
Only the shore and cliffs are clear
I watch it crisp into its height
MIm LA
Gigantic slithering shells of slate
And flap exhausted on the beach
RE REmaj7
In waiting awfulness appear
The long surf menacing and white
SOL LA RE
Like journalism full of hate
Hissing as far as it can reach
SIm
O-o-oh, o-o-oh, o-o-oh, o-o-oh
RE REmaj7
On the sweet path a bramble leaf
The dunlin do not move each bird
MIm LA
Stands motionless and wet with dew
Is stationary on the sand
RE REmaj7
The grass bends down the bracken's brown
As if a spirit in it heard
SOL LA RE
The grey-green gorse alone is new
The final end of sea and land
SIm
O-o-oh, o-o-oh, o-o-oh, o-o-oh Go %
SIm
& [Grimmer this October day] Repeat and fade
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