The Rarest Hour Lyrics by Amble
On a worn path
Marred by squalor
Shared a long laugh
By the water
Through the marram grass
Sounds of Summer
I watched
The Sun fall to the Sea
And those I grew up with
All around me
The names I remember
Etched in sand
And the tide tumblin’ over
To greet them
Call it Summer
Call it Winter
In my hands
On a spurred thought
In The Rarest Hour
I gazed upon
The old bell tower
My mind adrift
The clouds in shower
I sat beneath
The cross and watched the dawn
And those I grew up with
All around me
The names I remember
Etched in sand
And the tide tumblin’ over
To greet them
Call it Summer
Call it Winter
In my hands
Took a stroll down
To the rock beach
Left the storm raging on
In my wake
How the cold gale threw me
Into slumber
My mind drifting lowly
On the waves
And those I grew up with
All around me
The names I remember
Etched in sand
And the tide tumblin’ over
To greet them
Call it Summer
Call it Winter
In my hands
Call it Summer
Call it Winter
In my hands