The King Tide

For all on this tide The ocean sighs In grey ocean light Hear him call All of his touch And all of his kiss Is all that he owns All he owns When the night wind comes The yearn of king tide In whispers the waves will call Salt weep to your eyes They'll drown out your cries Theres no sea witch Who'll stand on the shore So dark is the land Wind call, cruel storm His charm on the sand A bride in his hand As the last good day goes Watch over the dawn Oh on the night we'll know The yearn of ki-ing tide In whispers the waves will call Salt weep to your eyes They'll drown out your cries Call on the ocean bride Only reason is tithe He has no rite This time Call on the ocean bride Only reason is tithe He has no rite This time