(Music & Lyrics: Martin & Jenny Schaub)

Trawl the seas and search the sky
Scour each dale and mountain high
But there´s no mist as sad and grey
As the mist in the morning
at Sycamore bay

Childhood scents still linger there
Memories of days without a care
And long lost voices still remain
In whispering waves
down at Sycamore bay

Far have I wandered
and far have I strayed
Many a place
has compelled me to stay
But in the end I found
I was homeward bound
Now I´m well on my way
down to Sycamore bay

Singing larks and buzzing bees
The howling of wind and roaring sea
Grandma´s laughter, kids that play
That´s the soundtrack I hear
down at Sycamore bay

Far have I wandered
and far have I strayed
Many a place
has compelled me to stay
But in the end I found
I was homeward bound
Now my feet will be flying the path down to Sycamore bay

I sit for a while by the old black pier
where the seagulls are nesting
This is the place
where I once grew up
This is where I´ll be resting

Go down south or head up north
Travel this coastline back and forth
But there´s no rain as keen to play
As the wild rain that washes my face down at Sycamore Bay