There is a tide in our affairs,
The flood that leads to greater things,
A river rolling to the sea.
We live and love with little thought
For reefs and shoals, not caring that
There is a tide in our affairs.
We sail our barque and trim our sails,
A gull that soars on snow-white wings,
The flood that leads to greater things.
But habit turns to jagged rocks,
Shipwrecked our barque, poured out our love,
A river rolling to the sea.