The Tide

by ruth gordon

This song came to me on a beach in Caleta de Campos, Michoacan, Mexico, while watching birds flying around a clifftop.

Bass:

Dum di dee, dum di dee

(carries on throughout as bass)

Main voice:

The tide rolls in

The tide rolls out

The sun climbs high above

The birds are wheeling over the mountain

We are of the Earth

We are of the Earth.

Harmony:

The tide the tide

High above

The birds are wheeling over the mountain

We are of the Earth

We are of the Earth.