Let the storms of my past
wash me up on your shore
Let my weary body rest
in your arms whom I adore
Darkly the present sits
and my waiting fate
I can not escape
But in your arms
I find rest and my
heart is surely safe
May the tides of my future
always lead me back to you
With the sweet hope
of being wrapped up in your arms
and deeply loved by you
wash me up on your shore
Let my weary body rest
in your arms whom I adore
Darkly the present sits
and my waiting fate
I can not escape
But in your arms
I find rest and my
heart is surely safe
May the tides of my future
always lead me back to you
With the sweet hope
of being wrapped up in your arms
and deeply loved by you