Sea cold coca cola
Salt and Asti Spumante
Champagne supernova
Big blue Atlantic sea
There’s burger and there’s onions
There are barbecues for free
Away from mother Meavy
Down at Godrevy
There’s mother’s flying kites
With ladders in their tights
Its natures might
This big blue Atlantic Sea
Sun’s been up for hours
Though it’s the going down I’ve come to see
I’m captured by the guileless wonder
Of Godrevy’s big blue Atlantic sea
