Near Kingswear town there stands a tree

That stand alone and waits for me

To take the track back to the sea

The way down by The Mewstone

 

Past the beacon in the corn

Built for every seaman born

To the works of war forlorn

At bay down by The Mewstone

 

Above the rocks - beneath the pine

Look-outs lost in leaf and vine

Still staring out in dark design

Decay down by The Mewstone

 

When life and living make no sense

And all I care for gives offence

I do not fret but get me hence

To stray down by The Mewstone

 

And when I walk that winding lane

Towards the sea beyond the grain

I find my peace of mind again

And pray down by The Mewstone

 

The fields my church - the wind my choir

The sky above a mighty spire

That soars and draws my spirit higher

Each day down by The Mewstone.

(C)2006/2019 M.C. Newberry

My thanks to Pete Dymond of Dymond Studios Bristol BS15 1UA for the recording.