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.