'Tis in the eve when the sun shines brightly, just before it sinks on down,
Into the ocean where the ebbing tide is washing out, round and round,
In a swirl, the sparkles upon the water look, as do the stars at night,
As they say their last good-bye before they twinkle on out of sight.

Eventide is the best time to sit and dream dreams to each other,
Ebb tide washing away forever all the hurt we've tried to cover,
‘'Tis the season as the warmth brings out the dew sparkling, just as frost,
We look to the sea in wonder, the caressing waves feeling almost lost.

‘'Tis an awesome wonder to watch the old neap tide awash upon the bay,
All the sloshing noises, the cool sprays as it comes on, in its own way,
But soon the ebb tide will take control and then again we can sit side by side,
Watching the churning of the ships blades, as it rushes through the surging tide.

There'll be the sailors and workmen of the big old vessel nigh,
Waving Country's flags from tall masts way up, tall and high,
It was eventide, they were happy to finally see the brown wet sand,
It was home, coming home after being in a far off land.

A big old ship out in yonder seas, almost brings the tear to my eye,
As I remember other ships out at eventide, proudly sailing on by,
The beauty of the sunsets in the reddish orange clouds passing on,
We walk side by side in the sand, wind caressing as we walk on home.

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