Ebb Tide (1953)
(w) Carl Sigman (m) Robert Maxwell (I) Frank Chacksfield Orchestra (Vocal CR) Roy Hamilton.
First the tide rushes in, plants a kiss on the shore,
Then rolls out to sea and the sea is very still once more.
So I rush to your side, like the oncoming tide,
With one burning thought: will your arms open wide?
At last we’re face to face and as we kiss through an embrace,
I can tell, I can feel you are love, you are real.
Really mine! In the rain, in the dark, in the sun.
Like the tide at its ebb, I’m at peace in the web of your arms