Lyrics

I took my book to the edge of the sea
Where the voice of a woman called out to me,
"Let it be, let it be, let the waves come in threes."

Wind-scattered pages - I wouldn't let go
But the voice of the woman echoed below,
"Let it flow, let it flow, you'll forget what you know."

"Grow in giving, live in learning, weep in wishing, yield in yearning. Let the ocean soothe your burning. Trust in me the tide is turning!"

She didn't make sense though her words sounded wise.
And I squinted (the sun and the sand in my eyes).
"Let it rise, let it rise, like the tears in your eyes."

The sand, it slid down what I thought was a wall.
And the book in my hands held no bearing at all.
"Let it fall, let it fall" the cliff cradled her call.

"Soar in sailing, fall in flying. Hate in failing, love in trying. Let the ocean soothe your sighing. Trust in me the tide is rising!"