I have a typed sheet with the lyrics to this song plus handwritten guitar chords from when I was at college in Hull 1969-71. My economics tutor was a close friend of Chris Rowe and although I don't remember it, I'm sure I must have seen him perform. The lyrics I have are a little different and it was called Down along the East Coast.

Down along the East Coast, breakers sweep the shore,
Harbour lights are shining, and the lighthouse keeper is turning up his lamp once more
Along the East Coast, lovers keep the view
And the sea birds tell me that the lovers look a bit like me and a bit like you ...

The sea rushes in, castles crumble and die, and I
Walk on the ocean and I talk to the sky.

Down the cliffs at Scarborough, on a tram car ride,
Out across the water there's a red sailed vessel leaning over on its side,
By the fish net harbour an old sea captain smiles,
Sailing home through smoke-rings while the windswept ocean tosses dreams, and all the while …

The sea rushes in, castles crumble and die, and I
Walk on the ocean and I talk to the sky.

Lies a town at evening, cradled in the bay,
Out beyond the headland hangs the final sunset curtain of another day,
Cayton Bay to Flamborough, Hornsea round to Spurn,
Stands a white horse army and a lonely coastguard waiting for the tide to turn, and …

The sea rushes in, castles crumble and die, and I
Walk on the ocean and I talk to the sky.

Lonely beach at Aldborough, down the silent sand,
Speeds a wing-ed maiden with a seagull's long lost feather waving in her hand,
Out along the East Coast, lovers keep the view,
And the seabirds tell me that the lovers look a bit like me and a bit like you ...

The sea rushes in, castles crumble and die, and I
Walk on the ocean and I talk to the sky.