Oh the devil's making mischief
Dirty rags that hang
From black lines to the south west
A fog upon the sea
No sailor among them
Washed up on the shore
A pocketful of Keats
Build a pyre on the beach
She's kneeling on the dark sand
Sad grey eyes
The smoke begins to rise
With the absentee
The wild scenery
Appears to harmonise
Well-kindled flames of yellow
Glisten and quiver
Yet the heart remains entire
A spirit soars
Over old watchtowers
Nothing fades
Just a sea change
Lightning In A Twilight Hour - The Absentee Lyrics
Lightning In A Twilight Hour - The Absentee Lyrics
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Oh the devil's making mischief
Dirty rags that hang
From black lines to the south west
A fog upon the sea
No sailor among them
Washed up on the shore
A pocketful of Keats
Build a pyre on the beach
She's kneeling on the dark sand
Sad grey eyes
The smoke begins to rise
With the absentee
The wild scenery
Appears to harmonise
Well-kindled flames of yellow
Glisten and quiver
Yet the heart remains entire
A spirit soars
Over old watchtowers
Nothing fades
Just a sea change
Dirty rags that hang
From black lines to the south west
A fog upon the sea
No sailor among them
Washed up on the shore
A pocketful of Keats
Build a pyre on the beach
She's kneeling on the dark sand
Sad grey eyes
The smoke begins to rise
With the absentee
The wild scenery
Appears to harmonise
Well-kindled flames of yellow
Glisten and quiver
Yet the heart remains entire
A spirit soars
Over old watchtowers
Nothing fades
Just a sea change
Writer: ROBERT JAMES WRATTEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Lightning In A Twilight Hour - The Absentee Video
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Language: English
Length: 5:41
Written by: ROBERT JAMES WRATTEN
