SEA LOVE
Tidebe runnin’ the great world over:T’was only last June month I mind that weWas thinkin’ the toss and the call in the breast of the loverSo everlastin’ as the sea.Heer’s the same little fishes that sputter and swim,Wi’ the moon’s old glim on the grey, wet sand;An’ him no more to me nor me to himThan the wind goin’ over my hand.
Tidebe runnin’ the great world over:T’was only last June month I mind that weWas thinkin’ the toss and the call in the breast of the loverSo everlastin’ as the sea.Heer’s the same little fishes that sputter and swim,Wi’ the moon’s old glim on the grey, wet sand;An’ him no more to me nor me to himThan the wind goin’ over my hand.
Tidebe runnin’ the great world over:T’was only last June month I mind that weWas thinkin’ the toss and the call in the breast of the loverSo everlastin’ as the sea.
Tidebe runnin’ the great world over:
T’was only last June month I mind that we
Was thinkin’ the toss and the call in the breast of the lover
So everlastin’ as the sea.
Heer’s the same little fishes that sputter and swim,Wi’ the moon’s old glim on the grey, wet sand;An’ him no more to me nor me to himThan the wind goin’ over my hand.
Heer’s the same little fishes that sputter and swim,
Wi’ the moon’s old glim on the grey, wet sand;
An’ him no more to me nor me to him
Than the wind goin’ over my hand.