Ebb Tide

- matt monro

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.

(------ misic ------)

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.