Ilfracombe
The suitcase weighed with 30 years is lifted up with ease
By the girl at the cottage, who shows him to his room
He was music and ministry, and passion and his suffering
Painting on the walls the person he'd be soon
The Sunday when he climbed the hills to take his daily bread
He joined in the chorus and sang his part in key
Every tone felt less unknown, with a voice inside his head
Reassuring him, he's right where he should be
In Ilfracombe
Well, he feels so far on a foreign shore on an unfamiliar sea
But he's closer now in this distant town to the place he wants be
Where the hillside meets the coastline
Guitar strings spun a lifeline
And just four notes were all he wrote
But it sounded like a symphony to me
Sleeping with the shadows playing Shakespeare on the wall
Well, he says that it's okay and dreams they stay around
Well, the clock ticks by in 4:4 time and whispers in his ear
Tells him all that's lost will someday soon be found
In Ilfracombe
The nighttime doesn't feel too cold
The tired hills don't seem so old
There's a quiet magic hiding in the trees
Where the hillside meets the coastline
Guitar strings spun a lifeline
And just four notes were all he wrote
But it sounded like a symphony to me
Well, the sun hangs low from it's high trapeze
And takes a final bow
And waves to the audience
And leaves him in his home
In Ilfracombe
Ilfracombe
Ilfracombe
By the girl at the cottage, who shows him to his room
He was music and ministry, and passion and his suffering
Painting on the walls the person he'd be soon
The Sunday when he climbed the hills to take his daily bread
He joined in the chorus and sang his part in key
Every tone felt less unknown, with a voice inside his head
Reassuring him, he's right where he should be
In Ilfracombe
Well, he feels so far on a foreign shore on an unfamiliar sea
But he's closer now in this distant town to the place he wants be
Where the hillside meets the coastline
Guitar strings spun a lifeline
And just four notes were all he wrote
But it sounded like a symphony to me
Sleeping with the shadows playing Shakespeare on the wall
Well, he says that it's okay and dreams they stay around
Well, the clock ticks by in 4:4 time and whispers in his ear
Tells him all that's lost will someday soon be found
In Ilfracombe
The nighttime doesn't feel too cold
The tired hills don't seem so old
There's a quiet magic hiding in the trees
Where the hillside meets the coastline
Guitar strings spun a lifeline
And just four notes were all he wrote
But it sounded like a symphony to me
Well, the sun hangs low from it's high trapeze
And takes a final bow
And waves to the audience
And leaves him in his home
In Ilfracombe
Ilfracombe
Ilfracombe
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Robert Waller
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