Ebb Tide - Frank Sinatra, Nelson Riddle

First the tide rushes in

Plants a kiss on the shore

Then rolls out to sea

And the sea is very still once more

So I rush to your side

Like the oncoming tide

With one burning thought

Will your arms open wide

At last we’re face to face

And as we kiss through an embrace

I can tell, I can feel

You are love, you are real

Really mine

In the rain, in the dark, in the sun

Like the tide at its ebb

I’m at peace in the web

Of your arms