Winter walks along the strand Watch the hungry seawaves break the land Once a town stood here, a port of wealth, so proud and free Now its treasures lie deep, hidden in the sea Cliffs that crumble to the shore Down the ages, where the sea has torn Nine church towers so tall, to leave their anthems in the waves And the bells to sounds in arches like sea caves Listen, through the sea and squall Harken to the sound the seamen call When the east winds sing like sirens of the stormy rain The sunken bells of Dunwich ring again.