Clive at Felixstowe Tea

[Intro] Salt in the air, the harbor sighs, a kettle hums along the quay Clive’s voice slips through the static like a gull that knows the sea [Verse 1] Good afternoon from Felixstowe town, where the tide keeps time with tea A kettle click, a clockwork grin, and stories bubbling free A caller chews on a memory, says the pier still wears the sun Clive nods and pours a round of cream, the smallest joys for everyone [Chorus] Clive, can you hear us from the foam and foam? We pass the sugar, share a laugh, and watch the soft waves roam Chairs creak, gulls talk back in rhyme, the harbor keeps us calm On Sunday tea, we find a home [Verse 2] Tea rounds travel down the line, from shop to ship to sunlit quay A whisper of lime, a slice of cake, and a friendly small-town tease A caller worries about the weather’s drift, another sighs at a faded photo Clive replies with a warm aside, and the radio glows mellow [Chorus] Clive, can you hear us from the foam and foam? We pass the sugar, share a laugh, and watch the soft waves roam Chairs creak, gulls talk back in rhyme, the harbor keeps us calm On Sunday tea, we find a home [Bridge] Between the sails and promenade lights, the minutes drift like tide and time A lighthouse hums a heartful tune, and every hello feels sublime [Chorus] Clive, can you hear us from the foam and foam? We pass the sugar, share a laugh, and watch the soft waves roam Chairs creak, gulls talk back in rhyme, the harbor keeps us calm On Sunday tea, we find a home [Outro] So raise your cup to the fading sun, and toast the things that stay and glow In Felixstowe’s gentle Sunday, where friendly talk keeps soft winds in tow