Ebb Tide
- Matt Monro

First the tide rushes in;
Plants a kiss on the shore;
Then rolls out to sea;
Then the sea
is very still once more.

So I rush to your side,
Like the oncoming tide;
With one burning thought,
"Will your arms open wide?"

At last we're face-to-face;
And as we kiss in our embrace;
I can tell, I can feel;
You are love, You are real,
Really mine-in the rain,
in the dark, in the sun!
Like the tide at its ebb;
I'm at peace
in the web of your arms.
(------ Misic ------)
At last we're face-to-face;
And as we kiss in our embrace;
I can tell, I can feel;
You are love, You are real,
Really mine-in the rain,
in the dark, in the sun!
Like the tide at its ebb;
I'm at peace
in the web of your arms.