The Tide
The tide of life is turning
and rushing back to sea
Footprints on the wet sands
once left by you and me
Washed in tides
long swept away
In youthful quest
Of olden day
Those frolics with our
Children
The roaring of the sea
Our rushing toward the ocean
Hand in hand, it's you and me
Where love, has our youth fled to?
As we slower walk along?
And where has the wind taken
Our breath of joyous song?
But darling though the seagull's
We knew, long flown away
A far flung hope is rising
On the wing of a new day
And would I be, how could I be
That bride of yesteryear....
Washed way in earthbound vessel
Hiding every precious tear
But precious are the promises
And hopeful in my heart
One day will bring a world of joy
In heaven's sweet rampart
For now I'll hold you tightly
Beholding waves at sea
We hear the seagulls calling
Treasure coves of memory
Until that precious promise
Of that sweet new golden day
Our footprints in the desert sand
Till westward wind blows them away
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