Chapel Porth Beach is een indrukwekkend lied van de Welshe singer/songwriter Martyn Joseph, dat gebaseerd is op een dramatische gebeurtenis uit het leven van Vicky Murphy & haar man Marc.

Terwijl Vicky acht maanden zwanger was van haar eerste kind, kwamen ze vast te zitten in een grot bij Chapel Porth Beach in Cornwall in 2009. De golven dreigden hen mee te voeren naar zee en ze dachten dat ze het niet zouden overleven. Maar dankzij een onbekende surfer & twee strandwachten werden ze op wonderbaarlijke wijze op het laatste moment gered.
Hier zingt Joseph het lied voor het echtpaar en hun drie kinderen die ze sindsdien hebben gekregen. Onlangs heeft hij zelf voor het eerst het strand bezocht en hij vond het heel emotioneel.

Chapel Porth Beach
It’s the perfect setting,
a beautiful day.
His hand in hers
and they’re making their way.
Across Chapel Porth Beach
and the Atlantic tide.
His hand on her belly,
new life inside.

The light’s a cathedral,
there’s know one around.
There’s talk of the future
and names to be found.
Then she sleeps in his arms
to the ocean swell.
But you can walk out in heaven
and end up in hell.

Sometimes we fold,
and the answer comes.
When all hope is gone,
somehow it arrives.
The sea isn’t ours,
she’s a thief and a friend.
But you can start to live,
once you’ve seen an end.

So his mind snaps back,
like something just died.
“Hey babe wake up,
we gotta beat this tide.”
They’re trapped in a headland corner,
where Mother Nature don’t give a damn.
He knows they’re in trouble,
left the phone in the van.

It’s all happened so quick,
the moon’s gravity.
And now he’s holding her up
by her Mothercare dungarees.
He’s fought every wave,
he has done all that he can.
And the water’s so high now
he can barely stand.

Her face in his hands
and they say their goodbyes.
There are no words now
just the love across their eyes.
And that stone cold fear
at the end of your world.
For a second she wonders,
was it a boy or a girl?

Sometimes we fold,
and the answer comes.
When all hope is gone,
somehow it arrives.
The sea’s isn’t ours,
she’s a thief and a friend.
But you can start to live,
once you’ve seen an end.

Some say there’s angels in heaven,
but we need em down here
Some days they ride surfboards,
then disappear.
Not before they make phone calls,
when they’ve seen us wave.
Then set out to save us,
selfless and brave.

It’s the perfect setting,
a beautiful day.
His hand on hers
with vows to say.
Chapel Porth Beach
and the Atlantic sea.
Could have taken two lives,
but a lifeboat gave back three.