Time for Tea

A lonely place a Sunday

Down a climb and rocky shoreline

Down a climb and sandy shingle

Where you can see the far edge of somewhere

Where the far edge can see you clearly

Its nearly time for Tea

A lonely place a Sunday

Down a climb and tides for ebbing

Down a climb and stone lion roaring

Where you can see the white horses flying

Where the white horses can see you clearly

Its nearly time for Tea

A lonely place a Sunday

Down a climb wind and stinging

Down a climb buoys and breakwater

Where you can see West across the Medina

When the Medina knows your there

Where you can see the white horses flying

Where you can see the far edge of somewhere

Where the green sea Solent sees you clearly

Its nearly time for Tea