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