from Turn of the Tide, 1981
Life is like a tall ship
Drifting
gently from the shore
Time is like a fair wind
With a
lifetime to explore
The
beauty that surrounds you
Was
meant to be adored
The
problems that surround you
Were
meant to be ignored
We are
love, we
are, we are
love
We are
love, we
are, we are
love
I
dreamt I held a child
I
dreamt I held a young man
My
hand I could not open
The
man grew up inside
A
prisoner without reason
We are
love, we
are, we are
love
We are
love, we
are, we are
love
The
blood red rose of summer
Grows
elegant and tall
In
memory of the green grass
Beyond the guardian wall
The
green grass grows forever
Beneath the bloody sky
In
memory of the martyrs
She'll
cover when they die
We are
love, we
are, we are
love
We are
love, we
are, we are
love