Solar Tides

Early morning frost on the meadow grass

We watched the shadows break and pass

Time moves slow in this quiet place

No need to hurry,

no need to chase

And we grow just like the wildwood

Reaching up to catch the morning sun

Deep roots holding down the hill side

Our story has only just begun

(ooh, just begun)

Leaves are turning yellow,

red, and brown

Far away from the noise of the town

Listen to the river hum its tune

Under the light of the autumn moon

And we grow just like the wildwood

Reaching up to catch the morning sun

Deep roots holding down the hill side

Our story has only just begun

(ooh,

just begun)

Our story has only just begun... (mmmmm)