The Shore
Take my hand and follow me
We’ll wind on through the evergreens
I’ll lead you down to the waterside
Where the land recedes to the shore so wide
So wide
Sit beside me on this beached driftwood
With no regrets or wish-I-coulds
Only earth and sky and you and me
Our souls groaning to be free
Be free
The end is just the beginning
Although we must get our feet wet
The shore shoves us out
The waves push us back
And in that moment…I simply let it all go
If I could bridge the gap I guess I’d try
Of course if I had wings then I could fly
In the space between the lake and land
I’d find a place where I could stand
I could stand
The end is just the beginning
Although we must get our feet wet
The shore shoves us out
The waves push us back
And in that moment…I simply let it all go
Take my hand and follow me
We’ll wind on through the evergreens
I’ll lead you down to the waterside
Where the land recedes to the shore so wide
So wide
Sit beside me on this beached driftwood
With no regrets or wish-I-coulds
Only earth and sky and you and me
Our souls groaning to be free
Be free
The end is just the beginning
Although we must get our feet wet
The shore shoves us out
The waves push us back
And in that moment…I simply let it all go
If I could bridge the gap I guess I’d try
Of course if I had wings then I could fly
In the space between the lake and land
I’d find a place where I could stand
I could stand
The end is just the beginning
Although we must get our feet wet
The shore shoves us out
The waves push us back
And in that moment…I simply let it all go
Tim Brown © 2008