Dorothy Bay

You pull me through the blue, Dorothy Bay

Skipping, tripping heels along the pavement

Sea so different every morning

What do the constellations have to say?

You carry on

The tide is a radar

Breathing on

Like it or not

Picks you up with her signal

Just as before

There’s a strong pull harbour-way

There’s a strong pull harbour-way

By hook or by the book, I can’t explain

How I miss the flowers made from cellophane

Little hands and paws, they trial and train

Keep you sifting sand in the outer lane

They carry on

The tide is a radar

Breathing on

Like it or not

Picks you up with her signal

Just as before

There’s a strong pull harbour-way

There’s a strong pull harbour-way

There’s a strong pull harbour-way