As gentle tides go rolling by Along the salt-sea strand The colours blend and roll as one To gather in the sand And often do the winds entwine To send their distant call The quiet joys of brotherhood And love is lord of all
The oak and weed together lie Along the common ground The mare and stallion, light and dark Have thunder in their sound The rainbow's sign, the blended cloud 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 fires 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
