First the tide rushes in;
Plants a kiss on the shore;
Then rolls out to sea;
Then the sea is very still once more.
So I rush to your side,
Like the oncoming tide;
With one burning thought,
“Will your arms open wide?”
At last we’re face-to-face;
And as we kiss in our embrace;
I can tell, I can feel;
You are love, You are real,
Really mine—in the rain, in the dark, in the sun!
Like the tide at its ebb;
I’m at peace in the web of your arms.
At last we’re face-to-face;
And as we kiss in our embrace;
I can tell, I can feel;
You are love, You are real,
Really mine—in the rain, in the dark, in the sun!
Like the tide at its ebb;
I’m at peace in the web of your arms.
