Sleepy Sunday morning, afternoons in the sun

Monday is waiting, waiting its turn

Daylight has wilted,

And even though our sky has cleared

Time won't hesitate to burn away



Sleepy Sunday morning on an island far away

Nights spent gazing up at the stars

Tides of tomorrow, will they bring or wash away

Our love-filled dreams of paradise?



All the world around us is ocean blue

So tell me, dear, is it true:

The more that you know, the less you believe in?

Tides of tomorrow

How they ebb and they flow!



What a summer day, full of summer ways

It rains so warm here, I can't believe

Counting constellations in the tropical skies

Chimes likes thousands of wet, teary eyes

Summer comes and goes, and who could ever know

If this, indeed, is our last one together!

Tides of tomorrow, will they bring or wash away

Our love-filled dreams of paradise?



All the world around us is ocean blue



So tell me, dear, is it true:

The less that you know,

The more you believe in?

Tides of tomorrow

How they ebb and how they flow!