Ebb Tide

First the tide, rushes in you

Is a kiss from the shore

A voice softly speak

And the sea is fairer still

Once more

So I rushed to your side

Like the arm coming tide

Ever stunning hope

With your arms opened wide

At last, with face to face

And does we kiss to warm embrace

I can tell, I can fell

You are there, you are real

Really mine

In the rain,

In the dark

In the sun

Just by holdin' tight heaven sent

Oh, I loved these

In the warmth of your arms...