Sea and Sand - Magna Carta

Turquoise is the sea-rolling deep, beneath the sky far above

whitewinged are the gulls, paper sailing on the wings of the wind

tomorrow is a word that never comes

when the world is far behind you, and the sea is turned to gold

the sky is filled with white pillow clouds

Picture in your mind a world where you can wake and be alone

listen to the murmur of the water on the sand and you will know that time is

never really on your side,

when you stop and look about you,

Than you’ll find you’re left behind

nothing but the sea and the sand

Paintings of the clouds,

have put a veil across the hillside filled with rain

the sea rolls like lead upon the sand lying dead along the shore

tomorrow is a word that never comes,

when the tide runs behind you, and your footsteps float away

nothing but the sea and the sand,

nothing but the sea and the sand