Текст песни: Barbara Dickson. Morning Comes Quickly. High Tide.

Skim a pebble, throw a line as far as you can see
It's the distance you know that makes you feel fine
The mist upon the sea
Hold onto me, you'll be OK
Let the wind blow you along
It's the salty spray of a winter's day
You know where you belong

CHORUS :

High tide, takin' a ride,
Out on the sea we see the sailboats glide
Will they get to the other side before high tide
High tide, takin' a ride
Out on the sea we sailboats glide
Will they get to the other side before high tide

Smell the salt in the morning air
Wet and cold but we don't care
As long as there's time to spare
It's here for everyone
Hold up your face, close your eyes
Shingle taste of salty wine
So good to hold your hand in mine
I feel you near me now

CHORUS TO FADE