Lyrics

Old Biggin Bay

Morning mist
A sea of calm
Seagulls swarm
The vessels
Coble boats
In Biggin Bay
The fishing nets
Are cast and tangled

The summer fair
A big tradition
The caffe
Bert-orelli
Northern folk
Pride and passion
A history
Best not forgotten

The sea meets the sand
Blows a wind from the north
Man and his wife
Look far beyond
The tide hits the rocks
Spills the foam on the beach
As the fishing boats
Set sail

Life boat station
And it’s crew
The clashing waves
Bring peril
Nineteen men
We’re lost at sea
Way back in
The eighteen hundreds

The sea meets the sand
Blows a wind from the north
Man and his wife
Look far beyond
The tide hits the rocks
Spills the foam on the beach
As the fishing boats
Set sail

As the fishing boats
Set sail
The morning catch
Hauled in