I came here to carve my feckless love's name, as she did once, in the driftwood at Shingle Head. The song that echoes in the void she left is Andy Stewart's "Chill Eastern Winds"

"There's none that could blame me for wanting her beauty, But it lies like a snowflake in the hands of a child. When the warmth of my love tried to reach out and hold her, It's then she was gone, to prove she's still wild"