The waves are playing,
Each other only
Needed, to enjoy their sport —
The waves are playing,
Each other only
Needed, to enjoy their sport —
And now, as one light leaves to rest,
A gentler one will take its place:
And sweet blue evening comes to call,
A veil across her bashful face.
And soft upon our feet, the sand,
While waves their lullaby do hum;
I close my eyes to feel the breeze,
And hear soft footsteps as you come
Up close to me, and place your head
Upon my shoulder next to me;
Faint music, distant, down the shore,
And one lone bird out on the sea
They sing to us of love and night;
My eyes are open to the sight
Of you, the shore, and everything —
And why you’re every song
I sing
I go now back to where I lost
The love I had in younger days;
And find there, as all do, always,
That some fair bridges, once their crossed
Just disappear into the sea.
For love is like a dying day;
Another one may come, they say —
But that one’s gone – it’s history —
This beach has secrets
Don’t think that we
Are likely to unlock them
This span we cross,
Like man and woman past,
Leaves still a gulf quite vast
As I recall, you
Liked how waves
Felt on your bare feet
This, built in
Eighteen eighty-four,
Astounds me
Twelve years ere
My grandfather was,
This was here
Where comes the song from?
It’s the voice
Calling us to rest