Вершы: Cara Dillon. High Tide.

Days, turning from red to green
It's hard to believe that spring
Is here so soon and I've been gone so long

Keep, sending your letters on
Memories of home are still
Haunting my days and I am losing my way

High tide, changing moods
Familiar faces I know
High tide, changing light
Familiar places, I'll go

Keep playing out favorite song
'Cause sometimes I sing it so loud
I'm praying that you might hear
And sing along

Days turning from sweet to dry
Memories of home are still
Haunting my days and I'll wait for your reply

High tide, changing moods
Familiar faces I know
High tide, changing light
Familiar places, I'll go