As gentle tides go rolling by
Along the salt sea strand
The colours blend and roll as one
Together in the sand.
And often do the winds entwine
Do send their distant call
The quiet joys of brotherhood
And love is lord of all.
The oak and weed together rise
Along the common ground.
The mare and stallion light and dark
Have thunder in their sound.
The rainbow sign, the blended flower
Still have my heart in thrall.
The quiet joys of brotherhood
And love is lord of all.
But man has come to plough the tide
The oak lies on the ground.
I hear their tires in the fields
They drive the stallion down.
The roses bleed both light and dark
The winds do seldom call.
The running sands recall the time
When love was lord of all