Would you love me by the washing of the tide and its foaming?
Would you love me on the hillside, grasses waving in the gloaming?
Come follow as we tread the gentle dawnlight and its kisses,
We can watch a million flowers that the dayglow never misses.
Would you love me by the driftwood, twisted shapes that mark its travels?
Would you love me on the tide-line, watching as the night unravels?
Come follow in the moonlight as we dance the wavetops glory.
We can watch the dolphins playing as they sing to us their story.
Would you love me by the river as it finally ends its yearning?
Would you love me as it mixes with the sea and its churning?
Come follow as we skip upon the tiny sandy islands,
we can watch the crystal water as it rushes from the highlands.
Would you love me by the seaward hut with shells and misshaped wood?
Would you love me on the dinky porch because I said we could?
Come follow as we comb the beach for treasures sanded quainty,
we can hang them on a fishing thread and watch them gleaming dainty.