The clouds spread, the sky clears.
Rays, they call it the sun, shine through.
Through what? The rocky mountain tides.
In and out, the ocean flows.
Reminds me of births untold.
The clouds spread, the sky clears.
Rays, they call it the sun, shine through.
Through what? The rocky mountain tides.
In and out, the ocean flows.
Reminds me of births untold.
