The Quiet Joys of Brotherhood

As gentle tides go rolling by Along the salt-sea strand Their colours blend and roll as one Together in the sand And often do the winds entwine To send their distant call The quiet joys of brotherhood When love is lord of all The oak and wheat together rise Along the common ground The mare and stallion, light and dark Have thunder in their sounds The rainbow's sign that then did flower Still have my heart in thrall The quiet joys of sisterhood And love is lord of all But man has come to plough the tide The oak lies on the ground I hear the tires in the fields As they drive the stallion down The roses bleed both light and dark The winds do seldom call The running sands recall a time When love was lord of all