The quiet, rolling tides, returning,

softly touch the broken shore:

the gentle wash of waves and dawning

smooths the sand and then withdraws:

the rising sun reclaims the morning

and scatters fire upon the sea;

My love, this is our day;

the dawning of our day

and all our days.

The shift of leaves plays light and shadow

on the surface of the pool

as water dances down the rock-face,

clear and bright and crystal-cool,

the lilt of birds declares the morning,

cascading music from the sky.

My love, this is our day;

the dawning of our day

and all our days.

Rich shadows flicker in the firelight

as the fading daylight dies.

The glowing embers dance, reflecting

love and laughter in your eyes:

the gentle darkness of the evening

enfolds the beauty of the day.

My love, this is our day;

the dawning of our day

and all our days.

Words: Neil Quintrell © David and Lorene Roper

Two alternative tunes exist for these words. The original music is © Douglas Simper, 

and a later version is © Roper, Roper, Matheson and Matheson.