Richard Thompson - The Quiet Joys Of Brotherhood - Текст песни

I can't believe that it's so cold 
As gentle tides go rolling by, 
Along the salt sea strand 
The colours blend and roll as one 
Together in the sand. 
And often do the winds entwine 
Do send their distant call, 
The quiet joys of brotherhood, 
And love is lord of all. 

The oak and weed together rise, 
Along the common ground. 
The mare and stallion light and dark 
Have thunder in their sound. 
The rainbow sign, the blended flower 
Still have my heart in thrall. 
The quiet joys of brotherhood, 
And love is lord of all. 

But man has come to plough the tide, 
The oak lies on the ground. 
I hear their tires in the fields, 
They drive the stallion down. 
The roses bleed both light and dark, 
The winds do seldom call. 
The running sands recall the time 
When love was lord of all