My love is the sea

We're adrift on a sailboat, my love is the sea Yours is the horizon, constant and steady You set my limbs locked hard afloat Lifted my lonesome sails

The tide is out, the moon is high We're sailing

Darling, your love is healing. It makes the bitter sweet Warms the winter to spring again, secures the cold's defeat We're cutting anchor, casting out Into the glorious deep

The tide is out, the moon is high We're sailing

-Brooke Fraser