Curlews call Along the estuary Late light falls Under a mile to the sea And the flickering harbour lights Trail in the estuary waters tonight Under meteors Over the bridge The old town still clinging on At the end of the ridge All but lost to me now Nightfall The water's ebbing away now Flat sand Grows with the speed of the tide Cold now I watch the curlews and lapwings Dig down To see just what they can find In the glittering Estuary mud Trailing their footprints Before the flood Comes around again And washes away All but every fragment What light remains All but lost to me now All but lost to me now