Oh mother paint a picture
Of the tepid waters brine
How it holds its heart
In a fisted hand
Claiming that all wounds heal time
Oh mother paint a picture
Of the ocean waves that roar
Of the light and dark
And the flashing squall
I shudder not at the coming storm
Ebb
Flow
Come and go
Heareth now my heart
Oh mother paint a picture
Of the waters deep and bright
Of the satin waves
And the silky tide
To my heart it brings delight