Rev Simpkins & the Phantom Notes - Dunwich Lyrics

I hear those voices that will not be drowned
I hear those voices that will not be drowned
My love, come down with me to the stony Suffolk shore
Where the curlew bows his head as the angry breakers roar
My love, take off your clothes and come into the sea
We'll sink beneath the swells, find ourselves a city
I hear those voices that will not be drowned
I hear those voices that will not be drowned
My love, where are the towers, the steeples and the spires
From which the bells rang out as fishing boats retired?
Where are the crooked lanes, the streets, the market-places?
Of cobbled roads and homes, the currents left no traces
I hear those voices that will not be drowned
I hear those voices that will not be drowned
My love, where are the graves? Where do the townsfolk sleep?
Who mourns for them tonight? Who does remembrance keep?
The waves devoured their bones, and years their memory
Yes, time will come for you, tides roll relentlessly!
I hear those voices that will not be drowned
I hear those voices that will not be drowned
I hear those voices that will not be drowned
I hear those voices that will not be drowned