“Thinking Of Your Love” speaks again of the mystery and yet simplicity of love. Living on an island, beaches and rocky coasts play a large part in our lives. Watching my footprints wash away in the tide has always been for me an eloquent statement of the temporary and fleeting nature of life. As Omar Khayyam says in his Rubaiyat:
“Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter–and the Bird is on the Wing”.
Our few winter days here on Vancouver Island remind us, as we head in from the cold, that someone waiting for us, someone to share our little world with, is what in our secret, inner lives, we most wish for.
The sun goes down upon the sea
Leaves us alone the moon and me
Looking out upon the night
Don’t know what’s wrong
Don’t know what’s right
I’m thinking of your love girl
I’m thinking of your love
My footprints lie along the sands
Of yesterday and other lands
I see them from the rocky shore
Mingling with the tide once more
I’m thinking of your love girl
I’m thinking of your love
On the crystal winter days
When northern winds must blow my way
When winters arms so cold and white
Are all that hold me in the night
I’m thinking of your love girl
I’m thinking of your love
