As winter begins to bite
With bone chilling wind northerly blown
Seaside towns close for the foreseeable
Future uncertain and lustre gone
Has the stream of happy faces That walked and talked and laughed and played
In summer's warmth of salted air and sunshine Forever faded until no more heard
Forever faded from joyous colour
And with this greying, decaying, sullen town-by-the-sea
Faded and sunk to black and white.
