This is a folk song written for and of my adopted home town of Fleetwood in the UK. It is a folk song played on JJ (Cordoba Fusion 12 Jet) on its first recorded outing.

Pharos Light

The last of the drifters and keelers made the rise
And the foremost of the trawler men departed on the tide
We will see their like again along the muddy Wyre
They are just songs now.... for this lyre

And the Pharos Light still shines so bright
Guiding all those windblown souls safely home tonight
And the Pharos light reminds us nothings ever free
In this fleeting life... flowing... flowing to the sea.

Mothers, wives and daughters once gathered on the quay
Nothing now but whispers and shadows in the breeze
And we will never see their like again against the shining sea
But we’ll recall them as we sing

And the Pharos Light still shines so bright
Guiding all those windblown souls safely home tonight
And the Pharos light reminds us nothing’s ever free
In this fleeting life flowing... flowing... to the sea.

Oh! men of the Michael Griffith the Goth the Hildina Oh! the boys of the Fleetwood Lady she waltzed into the bay
We will never see their like again on this or any other day
But we'll remember them as we play

And the Pharos Light still shines so bright
Guiding all those windblown souls safely home tonight
And the Pharos light reminds nothing’s ever free
In this fleeting life, flowing, flowing to the sea.

*Those vessels named are just some of the many lost to the sea with so many men over the years. You can see a full list on the link below.
fleetwood-fishing-industry.co..../fleetw…t-sea


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