The Turning of the Tide

I wrote this song one week ago.

Today I was able to get through it. It's still a little raw, and you may need to turn up the volume, because I didn't try any correction on the levels.

The Turning of the Tide
© Laura Herman 2006

There's a ship
and she waits out in the bay.
Where she goes,
no-one knows,
and they don't come back to say.
You and I, we never talked about the sea.
I never thought about
you rowing out
and leaving without me.
But there's a knowing
growing
here inside.
I see you yearning
for the turning
of a tide...

There's a stoop in your shoulders
like you're rushing to get older.
Oh, I wish that I could hold you
from this down-hill slide;
take your hand, and still the tremor;
still the rush of time - remember -
oh, remember me
and don't you be
in a hurry
until the turning
of the tide.

Oh, they talk
of a sunrise far away;
of a dawn
far beyond
all the griefs of our brief day.
And you know I'd never want to hold you here.
Still, I wish that you
could hold me through
my loneliness and fear...
I know you're leavin'
even
as you bide.
I see you yearning
for the turning
of a tide...

There's a stoop in your shoulders
like you're rushing to get older.
Oh, I wish that I could hold you
from this down-hill slide;
take your hand, and still the tremor;
still the rush of time - remember -
oh, remember me
and don't you be
in a hurry

until the turning

of the tide.