Lyrics | Pull of the Moon

Around the bay where the cordgrass grows
sea life breeds, and birds feed on those.
it’s the pull of the moon and the sun each day,
tides roll in and rolI away, roll away, in the bay
roll away

Daybreak at low tide and the mud flats glisten.
A young crab moves, but the sea gulls miss him.
Oysters are buried and the clapper rail listen
by the tidal ebb and flow.

Big fish come in with the high tide.
Swim by the grass in search of small fry.
Insects and snails move up the green stems.
When the tide’s out, they move down again.

Moonlight at high tide, and the grass undulates
with the force of each wave as it dissapates.
It’s the rhythm and the roll of the water and its weight
by the tidal ebb and flow.

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