Albums > Crystal Stream > Lyrics > Track 3. Floodtide

I came here alone, to the edge of the land
To walk the dry sand at the high water line
Where a boat that lies before me, empty and abandoned
Just one more derelict that the sea left behind

Did she ride with the tide one distant spring morning
With the salt spray and the seagull's cry, mocking the waves
Now her paint has long faded, her ironwork is rusted
With the sand of the shore fast becoming her grave

Oh flood tide, she's waiting for the flood tide
For the flood tide to flow,
To lift her up high and to carry her far
To the ocean again

Many times, many times, I have stood in the darkness
Cold in the wind that drives in from the sea
Straining my eyes to see moonlight reflected
On the crests of those dark waves still so far from me

I'm just one of the many who would have been sailors
One of the captives who longed to be free
Now our hearts and our dreams are just flotsam and jetsam
On salt-whitened sand at the edge of the sea

Oh flood tide, I'm waiting for the flood tide
For the flood tide to flow,
To lift me up high and to carry me far
To the ocean again

So sweep me out far, out on those dark waters
Out to the wide rolling sea once again
Where the Healer of Souls will still meet with sailors
To carry their sorrows and take all their pain

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