Where gentle tides go rolling by Along the salt-sea strand The colors blend and roll as one Together in the sand And often do the winds entwine To send their distant call The quiet joys of brotherhood When love is lord of all Where oat and wheat together rise Along the common ground The mare and stallion light and dark Have thunder in their sound The rainbow sign, the blended flood Still have my heart enthralled The quiet joys of brotherhood When love is lord of all But men have come to plow the tides The oat lies on the ground I hear their fires in the field 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