Takes
Lyrics
[verse]
The salt air drifts across the weathered dune,
Gulls are calling underneath the afternoon.
Shingled cottages stand quiet by the tide,
And a piece of my heart never left that shoreline.
[chorus]
Take me back where the harbor bells still ring,
Where the summer never quite forgets to sing.
Sandy roads and a lighthouse burning gold —
That's the corner of the coast I'll always hold.
[verse]
Fishing boats come rocking in at dusk,
Wooden porches smell of pine and salted must.
I left my footprints in that cooling sand,
And I'm still walking there, though I'm in another land.
[chorus]
Take me back where the harbor bells still ring,
Where the summer never quite forgets to sing.
Sandy roads and a lighthouse burning gold —
That's the corner of the coast I'll always hold.
[bridge]
Every autumn when the wind turns cold,
I remember all those stories that the sea has told.
One day soon I'll pack my case and go,
Back to that quiet shore I love so.
[chorus]
Take me back where the harbor bells still ring,
Where the summer never quite forgets to sing.
Sandy roads and a lighthouse burning gold —
That's the corner of the coast I'll always hold.
Model notes (creation log)
## Metadata
**Caption:** pop ballad, orchestral strings, slow tempo, nostalgic seaside mood, 1957, female vocal
**BPM:** 155
**Duration:** 170.0s
**Key:** D minor
**Time Signature:** 3

## Lyrics
[verse]
The salt air drifts across the weathered dune,
Gulls are calling underneath the afternoon.
Shingled cottages stand quiet by the tide,
And a piece of my heart never left that shoreline.

[chorus]
Take me back where the harbor bells still ring,
Where the summer never quite forgets to sing.
Sandy roads and a lighthouse burning gold —
That's the corner of the coast I'll always hold.

[verse]
Fishing boats come rocking in at dusk,
Wooden porches smell of pine and salted must.
I left my footprints in that cooling sand,
And I'm still walking there, though I'm in another land.

[chorus]
Take me back where the harbor bells still ring,
Where the summer never quite forgets to sing.
Sandy roads and a lighthouse burning gold —
That's the corner of the coast I'll always hold.

[bridge]
Every autumn when the wind turns cold,
I remember all those stories that the sea has told.
One day soon I'll pack my case and go,
Back to that quiet shore I love so.

[chorus]
Take me back where the harbor bells still ring,
Where the summer never quite forgets to sing.
Sandy roads and a lighthouse burning gold —
That's the corner of the coast I'll always hold.