As surely as the tide will come
We know it cannot stay
Steadfast faith the sun will rise
We know it’s just the day.
The willow cannot help but weep
When winter drives with scorn
But even willow takes a pause
When spring again is born.
So when the tide had come and gone
The sun arose and fell
The willow tree had lost its buds
Were we to do as well?
But with the morning comes the tide
To wash away our tears.
The sun will rise to dry our cheeks
And take away our fears.