From the recording Coast

Lyrics

Waves breaking on your shore
Oh winds sharp and cold
And on a rock by a distant hill
The lighthouse shines

Sounds crashing from the north
A freight train rolling through
In your heart you're as free as air

Wind whistles like a ghost
Oh salvation lies
On a rock by a distant hill
The lighthouse shines

We used to sail a boat
Called to the windward
She went down
Through the sands of Hosta Bay
We used to ride so high
Above the ocean
All the memories she had
Have passed away
To the windward

Waves breaking on your shore
Oh winds sharp and cold
And on a rock by a distant hill
The lighthouse shines

We used to sail a boat
Called to the windward
She went down
Through the sands of Hosta Bay
We used to ride so high
Above the ocean
All the memories she had
Have passed away
To the windward