The beach at Newcomb Hollow   The last days of August   The other side of low tide   The sun is high, the sun is high      We're kneeling in the wet sand   Stopping up a wall breach   Quick, before the next wave   Rushes in, rushes in      The mote around the castle   Is filling up with water   But hope springs eternal   All hands ready here it comes      Behind us in the crowd   Some kind of commotion   A little girl is shouting   Fly away! Fly away!      But we pay no attention   The castle is in danger   The ramparts are sinking   We dig on, we dig on      Then out of the blue   There's an orange canary   On our driftwood flagpole   Shovels down Boys! step away      The little girl comes running   She can't be more than seven   Her mother is behind her   With a cage, with a cage      And her mother is explaining   Baby, it's just too far   And she'll never survive here   On her own, on her own      But the little girl's not listening   She's talking to the bird   Mavis you can trust me   Now's your big chance   Fly away!      If Mavis has been listening   She isn't letting on   We're all just waiting   No one moves, no one moves      And then comes the wave   Swamping the castle   No one is watching   When it falls, when it falls      We're following the progress   Of a little bolt of orange   On the long horizon   There goes Mavis   There goes Mavis