I sail a river, down to the sea,
I hear the ocean it's calling to me
I walk alone, on the long empty strand,
Past the fingers of driftwood that reach from the sand
The tide is turning, turning, turning,
The tide is turning, running back, running back
Borne on the wind is the cry of a bird
Flashing wings over water a dry breeze has stirred
Go find my love, tell her all that I feel
Tell her everything's changing, and this time for real
The tide is turning, turning, turning,
The tide is turning, running back, running back
There will be rainbows, there will be sun
Where there were two, there will be one
Go find my love, tell her all that I feel
Tell her everything's changing, and this time for real
The tide is turning, turning, turning,
The tide is turning, running back, running back
I hear the ocean it's calling to me
I walk alone, on the long empty strand,
Past the fingers of driftwood that reach from the sand
The tide is turning, turning, turning,
The tide is turning, running back, running back
Borne on the wind is the cry of a bird
Flashing wings over water a dry breeze has stirred
Go find my love, tell her all that I feel
Tell her everything's changing, and this time for real
The tide is turning, turning, turning,
The tide is turning, running back, running back
There will be rainbows, there will be sun
Where there were two, there will be one
Go find my love, tell her all that I feel
Tell her everything's changing, and this time for real
The tide is turning, turning, turning,
The tide is turning, running back, running back