(Verse 1)
We stand as one, united and strong,
In this land of sea and song,
Where the bounty of our shores,
Fills our hearts with awe and more.
(Chorus)
Oh, the British coast, a tapestry so grand,
From Cornwall's cliffs to Scotland's sand,
Each wave that crashes on our shores,
Tells a tale of timeless stories.
(Verse 2)
In rugged Cornwall, the seagulls cry,
Saint Michael's Mount, reaching for the sky,
The Cornish waters deep and blue,
Reflect a history, ever true.
(Chorus)
Oh, the British coast, a tapestry so grand,
From Cornwall's cliffs to Scotland's sand,
Each wave that crashes on our shores,
Tells a tale of timeless stories.
(Verse 3)
As we journey north to Devon's shores,
Where golden sands stretch for miles,
The sun-kissed beaches, a welcome sight,
For souls that seek a coastal light.
(Bridge)
And as the seasons gently change,
From summer's glow to winter's range,
The British coast transforms its grace,
A beauty that can't be erased.
(Chorus)
Oh, the British coast, a tapestry so grand,
From Cornwall's cliffs to Scotland's sand,
Each wave that crashes on our shores,
Tells a tale of timeless stories.
(Verse 4)
Through Dorset's coast, where cliffs stand high,
And Jurassic wonders catch our eye,
Fossilized tales frozen in time,
A walk through history sublime.
(Chorus)
Oh, the British coast, a tapestry so grand,
From Cornwall's cliffs to Scotland's sand,
Each wave that crashes on our shores,
Tells a tale of timeless stories.
(Verse 5)
As we sail past Hampshire's gentle sway,
Portsmouth's ships and vessels at bay,
The Isle of Wight, a pearl in the sea,
A haven of peace for all to see.
(Chorus)
Oh, the British coast, a tapestry so grand,
From Cornwall's cliffs to Scotland's sand,
Each wave that crashes on our shores,
Tells a tale of timeless stories.
(Verse 6)
And now, we reach East Anglia's shores,
Where saltmarshes whisper ancient folklore,
The vast expanse of Norfolk skies,
A painer's canvas, a bird's paradise.
(Chorus)
Oh, the British coast, a tapestry so grand,
From Cornwall's cliffs to Scotland's sand,
Each wave that crashes on our shores,
Tells a tale of timeless stories.
(Verse 7)
As we journey further to Yorkshire's coast,
Where windswept moors meet the sea's boast,
The Whitby Abbey, a Gothic tale,
Echoing the past with whispers frail.
(Chorus)
Oh, the British coast, a tapestry so grand,
From Cornwall's cliffs to Scotland's sand,
Each wave that crashes on our shores,
Tells a tale of timeless stories.
(Verse 8)
And finally, we arrive, the Scottish highlands,
Where mountains meet the sea's highlands,
The lochs and glens, a sight to behold,
A land where legends and stories unfold.
(Chorus)
Oh, the British coast, a tapestry so grand,
From Cornwall's cliffs to Scotland's sand,
Each wave that crashes on our shores,
Tells a tale of timeless stories.
(Outro)
This is our land, our coastal pride,
A legacy of wonders, vast and wide,
The British coast, forever in our hearts,
A treasure that never truly departs.