Love is a wind that drives the will
Across the yielding sand.
Although at last the wave must break,
The ride, the ride is grand.
My love and need for you are such
That surely you will go
As far, as far as moon and tide
Can still the undertow.
As far, as far as wishes can
Wear rock and stone away,
So love will take you far across
The bar on which you lay,
Far further up the hot white sand
On which we mortals play.