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A quiet Atlantic song and film made at Creevy Pier.
Filmed in early November, when the tide was high and the light kept changing — silver water, gold cliffs, wind straight off the sea.

This piece is about standing still long enough to notice what’s already there.
No perfect conditions required.

Lyrics below.

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The Light Was Enchanted
Lyrics:
When I came down to Creevy shore,
Where the silver tides were turning,
The cliffs were gold, the wind was wild,
And my heart was softly burning.
The sea was singing old refrains,
The kind that time remembers,
And every wave that kissed the stones
Flickered like November’s embers.
Chorus:
The tide was in, but the light was enchanted,
A spell the Atlantic wove and granted.
The world stood still between rain and sun,
And the sea whispered, “You are the one.”
The path ran high where gulls took flight,
Through heather and through story,
Each breath of wind a memory’s hand,
Each sound a fleeting glory.
The seaweed clung to rocks below,
Its ribbons dark and gleaming,
While ghosts of trains from long ago
Kept in the cliffs their dreaming.
Chorus:
The tide was in, but the light was enchanted,
A spell the Atlantic wove and granted.
The world stood still between rain and sun,
And the sea whispered, “You are the one.”
Bridge:
I saw the clouds fold over gold,
The sun fall soft and slender.
Then silver waves took hold again,
With power fierce and tender.
The world felt vast, yet close at hand,
As if all hearts were meeting—
And time itself, like shifting sand,
Paused to hear the sea repeating.
Final Chorus:
The tide was in, but the light was enchanted,
A promise kept, a dream recanted.
The cliffs, the wind, the song, the foam—
They said, “Stand still. You’re already home.”
Then silver waves took hold again,
With power fierce and tender.
The world felt vast, yet close at hand,
As if all hearts were meeting—
And time itself, like shifting sand,
Paused to hear the sea repeating.
Final Chorus:
The tide was in, but the light was enchanted,
A promise kept, a dream recanted.
The cliffs, the wind, the song, the foam—
They said, “Stand still. You’re already home.”