Cookie Bay
Sean O’Hagan
Upon the spot that time forgot
And maps don't mean a thing
The tripod stood, the camera shook
And winter turned to spring
The money came from up the coast
And hunters followed on
The sun was down, the air was close
And double doubters shone
This place, it could be Cookie Bay
Without the summer rain
Now nothing seems that far away
And people dress the same
The shepherd herded down the hill
And crossed the stretching sand
The waves cut into solid rock
Exchanging rock for sand
Ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba