Weston Bay is an inlet of the Bristol Channel in North Somerset, England.
It lies between Brean Down, which is now owned by the National Trust, is rich in wildlife, history and archaeology, and has been designated a Site of Special Scientific Interest to the south, and Worlebury Hill to the north. Quarrying took place at various places on Worlebury Hill from the late 18th century until the town quarry was abandoned in 1953. Weston Woods, which cover a large part of the hill top, were awarded a Planting Places Award in a scheme run by Sustainability South West to celebrate "brilliant examples of urban greenspaces" on 6 March 2008.
Much of the bay forms the seafront for Weston-super-Mare. Two piers stick out into the bay. The grade II* listed Birnbeck Pier was designed by Eugenius Birch and opened in 1867. The early 20th century Grand Pier, is supported by 600 iron piles, and is 400 metres (1,300 ft) long. It has been damaged by fire on two occasions, once in 1930 and again in 2008.
Easton Hope
He had a
Faithful masterplan
And a friend below
One of the kind
That leaves
Different traces
In the snow
All that's not
Friend is foe
For he's the one
To ease the pain
Believe in deliverance
Watch the world
Become insane
[Bridge:]
Our fortune
Is turning
As we're opening
The oldest seals
The whole world
Will be burning
Until I'll have
My fate revealed
We were deceived
By his masterplan
And his friend below
One of the kind
That leaves
Different traces
In the snow
To him even
Friend is foe
For he's the one
To seize the pain
Death means deliverance
And resistance is in vain
[Chorus:]
Night falls on Easton Hope
My light is shining as the last
Night falls on Easton Hope
A fading memory from the past
[Bridge:]
Our fortune
Is turning
As we're opening
The oldest seals
The whole world
Will be burning
Until I'll have
My fate revealed
[Chorus:]
Night falls on Easton Hope
My light is shining as the last
Night falls on Easton Hope
A fading memory from the past
Watch your step
As you stray
And walk through
The darkness that
Used to be our home
The fate of us all just
Lies in the hands of
A name on the
Gravestone
And the poet dies
Our time runs out and
The world just keeps
Turning and turning
And spinning around
What keeps us going
As our love is
Burning and
Burning down
To the ground
Stay weak and follow
(in)to the depths of hell
Live your life so hollow
In a freezing shell [3x]
[Chorus:]
Night falls on Easton Hope
My light is shining as the last
Night falls on Easton Hope