THE EBB AND THE FLOW
©Trev Teasdel Coventry Sept / Oct 1973


She came in on the ebb and the flow,
As I stood alone, cold on the sand.
When I least expected this gift
She came and took my hand.
She melted the shell of my heart,
Freedom’s child, seagulled winged, so loving.
I respected her freedom from the start.
Now it seems to be the way, she’s gone.
She’s gone to the ebb and the flow.


She came in on the ebb and the flow
Standing alone, cold on the sand.
My heart was glad, but then without
warning a strange vibration made it’s stand.
her time it was harder to find
and her kisses they grew less.
Deep in my heart of hearts i still need her.
This I must confess.
But it seems her time has come to go.
with the ebb and the flow.


She came in on the ebb and the flow.
Standing alone, cold on the sand.
Sorrow is filling my heart with stone
Wishing i could take her hand.
Trying my best, I must have gone wrong,
I didn’t try to make demands.
But something is wrong when we no longer smile.
I wish we could talk it all out
but it’s the way, I’m sorry to say.
It seems like it’s back to the ebb and the flow.