Ebb Tide
Carl Sigman / Robert Maxwell
First the tide rushes in
Plants a kiss on the shore
Then rolls out to sea
And the sea is very still once more
So I rush to your side
At the on coming tide
With one burning thought
With your arms open wide
At last we're face to face
And as we kiss through an embrace
I can tell, I can feel
You are love, you are real
Really mine
In the wind, in the rain, in the sun
Like the tide at its ebb
I'm at peace in the web
Of your arms