Sea Love

Sea Love
Tide be runnin` the great world over:`Twas only last June month I mind that weWas thinkin` the toss about the call in the breast of the loverSo everlastin` as the sea.Heer`s the same little fishes that sputter and swim,Wi` the moon`s old glim on the grey, wet sand;An` him no more to me nor me to himThan the wind goin` over my hand.