Ocean

by Brent Berry

All rights reserved, Brent Berry Publications 2007

If you be the ocean to swim in
I'll be the sand beneath your feet.
Let me lay by your water-side for the rest of my time.
You bring your tide, here by my tide
Every grain of me will be moved by you.
We could make a lovely little island
If you kiss it with a southern moon.

CHORUS
She sings to me, about this love she's living
She sings to me, about this love she's giving
She sings to me, fairy rings around her shoulder
If she's a mountain I'm a boulder just falling.

If you be the trees on the shore line
I'll be the earth beneath your feet.
May your roots, they grow deep within me
So that I don't float away.

Could this be a dream that I'm having
On this fine mid-June?
She was the lady of my believing
But she left so soon.

If you bring your tide, here by my side
Every grain of me will be moved by you.
Woman if it's love, you know what I'm thinking of
I'm gonna give it all to you.