Dipped in the black lagoon
Mother nature gave a boon
We enjoyed the sun and sea
On our road to Calvary
In fact the path a tortoise shell
Cracked then wet, baked and fell
Onto the beach where the seals dwell
We detoured round timeless dell
And ponies scuffed and thorns they scratched at
Our scarves and stuffed swimming backpacks
As we trotted down soggy hill side
where celandine grows over the rides
And sun dappled horses with distended bellies graze
Beside the estuary on beautiful sunny days
Then each bend and twist and turn
Leaves you amazed at rocks that burn
In the setting sun that returns
Down to rest in the sea's urn
Trying to remember what songs to sing
We saw a ship come sailing in
And glimpses of the bays and coves of coast
Great beauty had they of to boast
And casting off now the funeral habit,
Our pace quickens to that of a rabbit
But our feet before were more tortoise lead
So we were late arriving at Portishead
When finally reaching that promised land
We could no more find a bus than could we stand
Yet somehow we must make it back to Clevedon
And recover my car, because that's where we leaved 'em
Luckily a fairy godmother was at hand
And when she suggested hitch hiking I couldn't understand
But an Angel with a cherub turned up in time
And into her blue chariot we both climbed
And not quite flaming, but at least it sped
Us far away from Portishead
We must thank our lucky stars
For all the others never stopped their cars
But this sweet child of God was sent
On Easter Saturday after Lent
And like Jesus rising from the tomb
We were freed from doom and gloom
Not that Portishead is a bad place
But you don't wish to be stranded there in disgrace
I am sure Clevedon is not a poor place for many
but also Portishead must cost a pretty penny
And of everyone who pointed out a bus stop to us
Not a single one had ever ridden the Clevedon bus
