the quiet joys of brotherhood

i can't believe that it's so cold

as gentle tides go rolling by

along the salt sea strand

the colours blend and roll as one

together in the sand

and often do the winds entwine

do send their distant call

the quiet joys of brotherhood

and love is lord of all

the oak and weed together rise

along the common ground

the mare and stallion light and dark

have thunder in their sound

the rainbow sign

the blended flower

still have my heart in thrall

the quiet joys of brotherhood

and love is lord of all

but man has come to plough the tide

the oak lies on the ground

i hear their fires in the fields

they drive the stallion down

the roses bleed both light and dark

the winds do seldom call

the running sands recall the time

when love was lord of all