Music-Robert Maxwell
Words-Carl Sigman, 1953
(From "Sweet Bird of Youth.)
Tabulated by
6 5 -3 4 -4 -3 First the tide rushes in, 4 -4 5 -5 6 5 plants a kiss on the shore, -4 6 6 -5 6 Then rolls out to sea -5 5 6 -5 5 6 -5 5 -4 and the sea is very still once more. 6 5 -3 4 -4 -3 So I rush to your side 4 -4 5 -5 6 5 like the on-coming tide -4 6 6 -5 6 With one burning thought-- -5 5 6 -5 5 -6 will your arms open wide. -6 -6 -6 -7 -6 -7 At last, we're face to face 5 5 5 7 7 -8 7 -8 and as we kiss through an embrace. 7 -8 8 -8 7 8 7 -8 8 I can tell, I can feel you are love, -8 7 8 8 8 7 you are real, really mine. -7 -6 7 -7 -6 7 -7 -6 6 In the rain, in the dark, in the sun 6 5 -3 4 -4 -3 Like the tide at its ebb, 4 -4 5 -5 6 5 -4 4 6 I'm at peace in the web of your arms.