Where gentle tides go rolling bynAlong the salt-sea strandnThe colors blend and roll as onenTogether in the sandnAnd often do the winds entwinenTo send their distant callnThe quiet joys of brotherhoodnWhen love is lord of allnnWhere oat and wheat together risenAlong the common groundnThe mare and stallion light and darknHave thunder in their soundnThe rainbow sign, the blended floodnStill have my heart enthrallednThe quiet joys of brotherhoodnWhen love is lord of allnnBut men have come to plow the tidesnThe oat lies on the groundnI hear their fires in the fieldnThey drive the stallion downnThe roses bleed, both light and darknThe winds do seldom callnThe running sands recall the timenWhen love was lord of all