When she is right,
She holds your hand firmly,
And lets go with grace.
When she is away,
She rolls in the sea,
But returns again, dizzy.
And when she is alone,
At rest -- finally,
Thunder sings her to sleep.
She holds your hand firmly,
And lets go with grace.
When she is away,
She rolls in the sea,
But returns again, dizzy.
And when she is alone,
At rest -- finally,
Thunder sings her to sleep.