Track 1 of the EP Salt on the Rail · 2019
Salt on the Rail, Sun on the Water
“The ferry horn goes, the gangway comes down, and half the island piles on with bicycles. A bright, salty opener.”
cinematic pop · cinematic pop · folk hymn · 3:35
Lyrics
The ferry horn is calling and the gangway's coming down Bicycles and bakers' vans and half the island town A boy is selling coffee from a flask upon his knee And the gulls are all in chorus as we ease out to the sea Lean against the railing Let the morning fill your sails Salt on the rail, sun on the water Every crossing is a song Wave to the harbour, wave to the daughters Singing as we sail along Oh, the engine hums in harmony The whole wide deck is swaying Salt on the rail, sun on the water And nobody's delaying A grandma shares her sandwiches with strangers by the stairs A fiddler tunes his fiddle on a pile of folding chairs The children count the dolphins that may never be there But hope is in the counting and the wind is in our hair Lean against the railing Let the morning fill your sails Salt on the rail, sun on the water Every crossing is a song Wave to the harbour, wave to the daughters Singing as we sail along Oh, the engine hums in harmony The whole wide deck is swaying Salt on the rail, sun on the water And nobody's delaying Halfway over, halfway home Neither shore is in our sight Just the blue and the brilliant foam And a thousand strangers' light Salt on the rail, sun on the water Every crossing is a song Wave to the island, wave to the shore, the Whole wide deck sings along Oh, the engine hums in harmony The whole wide deck is swaying Salt on the rail, sun on the water And nobody's delaying Nobody's delaying