The tide recedes, but leaves behind
Bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down but gentle warmth
Still lingers on the ground
The music stops & yet it lingers on
In sweet refrain.
For every joy that passes
Something beautiful remains
The tide recedes, but leaves behind
Bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down but gentle warmth
Still lingers on the ground
The music stops & yet it lingers on
In sweet refrain.
For every joy that passes
Something beautiful remains