She’s calling me guess I'll slide away
Got to feel her touch most every day
She’s warm and she’s wild calls me her child
I warm to her touch
She’s my mother ocean how I love her
Often she rages it’s anticipated
We wait by her side hear the wind cry
When her anger subsides on her momentum we glide
And dance in her tides . . . . . . . .
You know she’s taken it all of these years
Look her in the eyes see the tears the fears
I'll do all that I can, can I count on you
We’ve got to show her we still love her too
She’s calling me guess I'll slide away
Got to feel her touch most every day
She’s warm and she’s wild calls me her child
I warm to her touch
She’s my mother ocean how I love her
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