Breathtaking

by the shores of the Swilly, two children at play
the king of the castle, the queen of the may

just me and my sister, in a world of pretend
where the sun would keep shining, the day never end


by the shores of the Swilly, now with kids of our own
another year over, and see how they've grown

then we'd watch the last sunset, and walk arm in arm
till I see you next summer; God keep you from harm

and if I was a flier who crashed now and then,
she would put me together and fly me again


by the shores of the Swilly, with an aching inside
I'll watch as her body is raised from the tide...

her life has been taken, and I'll never know why
but I feel in that moment, a part of me died...

The shores of the Swilly - Phil Coulter