The storms have come and I must go, leave the beach to the blackened clouds
Leave the sand and water behind, to face what it doesn’t know, and fret the storm around
My home’s not far, I’ll make it in time, perhaps I can stay a bit more
To wander the shore, to find my place in the place that I adore
But here it comes, I’ve stayed too late, the trees are bending, the earth is groaning and the waves say, ‘stay away’
Shall I go back now, find my way through the gale? No, I shall hide and wait
I’ll hide in the rocks, where the winds won’t find me
But I know in a storm, the beach is a perilous place to be.