Oh tides, rise for hours, great tides rise this hour, to air 'n earth flee I, so dour. Care and cold and lust and life summer dress with cloth--my wife. Shores defined your eyes and mine. Now sullen flows wash this line, which banked-wide the floods of time. Oh, tides rise for hours, great tides rise this hour, to air 'n earth flee I--not I.
Track Two of the Panasonic Songbird Album.