Michael Beatty: Lyrics & Listen

As gentle tides go rolling by

Along the salt sea strand

The colors blend and roll as one

Together in the sand

And often do the winds entwine

To send their distant calls

The quiet joys of brotherhood

Where 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 rainbows sign, the blended flower

Still have my heart entralled

The quiet joys of brotherhood

And love is lord of all

 

But man has come to plow the tide

The oak lies on the ground

I see their fires in the field

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