Eleanor Tomlinson - How The Tide Rushes In

How the tide rushes in
And covers footprins in the sand
As my hopes erased and carried
Out of my hands

How the tide's event flow
As drift would toss upon the shore
And my heart's cast aside
And lost evermore

Yet though the ocean
With waves unending
Covers the earth
Yet is there loss after all?

For what e'er drifts from one place
Is with the tide to another brought
And there's naught lost beyond recall
Which cannot be found if sought

Yet though the ocean
With waves unending
Covers the earth
Yet is there lost after all?

For what e'er drifts from one place
Is with the tide to another brought
And there's naught lost beyond recall
Which cannot be found if sought